Moon Tiger
Moon Tiger
She climbs a little higher, on to another sliding shelving plateau of the cliff, and squats
searching furiously the blue grey fragments of rock around her, hunting for those enticing curls and
ribbed whorls, pouncing once with a hiss of triumph – an ammonite1, almost whole. The beach,
now, is quite far below; its shrill cries, its barkings, its calls are clear and loud but from another
5 world, of no account.
And all the time out of the corner of her eye she watches Gordon, who is higher yet, tap-
tapping at an outcrop. He ceases to tap; she can see him examining something. What has he got?
Suspicion and rivalry burn her up. She scrambles through little bushy plants, hauls herself over
a ledge.
10 ‘This is my bit,’ cries Gordon. ‘You can’t come here. I’ve bagged it.’
‘I don’t care,’ yells Claudia. ‘Anyway I’m going up higher – it’s much better further up.’ And
she hurls herself upwards over skinny plants and dry stony soil that cascades away downwards
under her feet, up and towards a wonderfully promising enticing grey expanse she has spotted
where surely Asteroceras2 is lurking by the hundred.
15 Below, on the beach, unnoticed, figures scurry to and fro; faint bird-like cries of alarm waft up.
She must pass Gordon to reach that alluring upper shelf. ‘Mind…’ she says. ‘Move
your leg…’
‘Don’t shove,’ he grumbles. ‘Anyway you can’t come here. I said this is my bit, you find
your own.’
20 ‘Don’t shove yourself. I don’t want your stupid bit…’
His leg is in her way – it thrashes, she thrusts, and a piece of cliff, of the solid world which
evidently is not so solid after all, shifts under her clutching hands… crumbles… and she is falling
thwack backwards on her shoulders, her head, her outflung arm, she is skidding rolling thumping
downwards. And comes to rest gasping in a thorn bush, hammered by pain, too affronted even
25 to yell.
He can feel her getting closer, encroaching, she is coming here on to his bit, she will take all
the best fossils. He protests. He sticks out a foot to impede. Her hot infuriating limbs are mixed up
with his.
‘You’re pushing me,’ she shrieks.
30 ‘I’m not,’ he snarls. ‘It’s you that’s shoving. Anyway this is my place so go somewhere else.’
‘It’s not your stupid place,’ she says. ‘It’s anyone’s place. Anyway I don’t…’
And suddenly there are awful tearing noises and thumps and she is gone, sliding and hurtling
down, and in horror and satisfaction he stares.