Joe Craig - Jimmy Coates - Target

“Or you,” Felix said quickly. “You could do it. You could do anything.”

“Maybe. I dunno.” Jimmy turned on to his side to face his friend. He smiled and closed his eyes, but opened them again almost straightaway.

“Felix,” he whispered hesitantly, “do you think that was really an accident in the village today?”

“That was so funny. The manager couldn’t believe it when he saw that all of his umbrellas had broken!”

“The thing is, though, I don’t think I believe it either.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean, don’t you think it was a bit, kind of, funny that they all broke? And that the ends were all so sharp? That was really dangerous.”

“Yeah,” Felix replied, the moonlight catching the enthusiasm in his eye, “but you were so quick, you dodged out the way like, like…” he wriggled about in his bed, acting out some of Jimmy’s moves.

“And did you hear the noise just before each of them fell?”

“What noise?” asked Felix, completely tangled up in his bed sheets.

“That sort of pinging noise. As if something was knocking them over deliberately.”

Felix stared at Jimmy, trying to make out whether his friend was serious.

“You mean,” he started, “there was some invisible man, sent by Miss Bennett, who sharpened the ends of the umbrellas then knocked them over, aiming for you?” He pulled a face that stretched one of his nostrils almost up to his eye. “You’re crazy.”

Jimmy let out a deep breath. Maybe Felix was right. There was no rational way to explain his suspicion. But there was a voice in his head that blared out like a trumpet. It told him over and over that when that many umbrellas, with sharpened points, all come within a centimetre of your head, it’s more than a coincidence.

“What about my chair?” Jimmy insisted.

“What about it?”

“The leg snapped. How does the leg of a metal chair snap, unless somebody has weakened it?”

“Wait a minute,” Felix said, sitting up. “How did this invisible man know you were going to sit in that particular chair?”

“He could have done it to all the chairs.”

“Oh, all the chairs,” Felix repeated sarcastically. “Then the invisible man does exist.”

Jimmy huffed a little to disguise the fact that he was about to laugh. How could he take his worries seriously when Felix was there to make light of them?

“Thanks, Felix,” he whispered. “I suppose I’m just paranoid.”

“Yeah, and don’t tell your mum any of your crazy theories or she won’t let us go out again.”

They both turned over in a fresh attempt to get some sleep. Then Jimmy spoke again, quieter than ever, as if he was talking to himself.

“Felix,” he muttered, “sometimes, just before I go to sleep, I feel like my programming takes me over completely. I don’t feel human at all because I don’t feel anything.”

Felix was silent for a second. Yannick’s snorts filled the room.

“Jimmy, don’t worry,” Felix replied eventually. “You’ll always seem human to me. You smell human anyway.”

With that, he burst out laughing – and so did Jimmy.

“That wasn’t me!” Jimmy grinned. “It was Yannick!”

A few days later Jimmy and Felix were hanging out at the lake. In fact, Felix was literally hanging out. He was dangling from a tree trying not to fall in the water below him.

“Jimmy!” he shouted, the branch dipping drastically under his weight. “Get up here!”

Jimmy closed his eyes for a fraction of a second to feel inside himself for that powerful sensation. It washed over him so easily now, and for the time being he was still able to hold it in check. He ran three strides towards the tree and bounded upwards. His hands scurried up the bark and his legs kept running as easily as if they were on the ground. It was only seconds before Jimmy was as high as Felix. But he didn’t stop.

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