Winged

“Madam” he said, addressing the old lady rather than the mother, “It would appear the child has wings”
Silence fell upon the tiny flat, even Anpu stopped screaming. His mother, the doctor, the elderly lady and the curious neighbors leaned in to pear and the crumpled child’s back. The first thing to be noted was that his collarbone formed a strange shape. It seems to slope at an unnatural angle, his shoulder blades completely warped into a set of wet and still blood coated wings.