JACK AND THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
by HL Carpenter
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9884095-0-7
Copyright (c) 2012 by Top Drawer Ink Corp.
Continued from Installment 12
“Don’t. You’ll scare him.” Nessa caught Jack’s arm, and the sparking thing happened again. Her entire body heated. She yanked her hand away, rubbed her palm on her shorts and tried to remember what she’d been talking about. Harey. “There’s only one way out of the office, so he can’t get away.”
“He sure is quick.”
“Yes, he is, especially considering his age. He’s nine. That’s old for a rabbit.”
“It is? He acts young.”
“Maybe he’s been drinking from the Fountain of Youth. Cori and I were joking about that on Saturday morning. After the storm started to kick up, Harey got out and we couldn’t find him for a few hours. When he came back, he was jumping around like a kit.”
“Really?” Jack looked thoughtful. “According to one version of the legend, the Fountain appears during hurricanes and tropical storms.”
“I’ve heard that.” Nessa smiled at him and started for the greenhouse office. “Could be your source was right, Jack. The timing sure works. If you’re nice to Harey, he might even help with your story by leading you to the spring.”
***** ABOUT THE AUTHOR *****
HL Carpenter is the pen name of a Florida-based mother/daughter duo who writes from their home in Carpenter Country, a magical place that, like their stories, is unreal but not untrue. When they’re not writing, the Carpenters enjoy exploring the Land of What-If and practicing the fine art of Curiosity.
Also by HL Carpenter:
The SkyHorse.Fourteen year old Tovi thinks finding a flying horse is fabulous luck–until a mysterious stranger says finders aren’t always keepers.
The Demise of Fyne Literature. Who killed Fyne Literature? The Fictional Book Investigation Agency is on the case—and the lead investigator is closer to the culprit than he realizes.
Dream Stealer. Is stealing a dream better than losing your own?
Walled In. When her father is accused of fraud, seventeen year old Vandy Spencer discovers her entire life has been built on a heart-shattering deception.
Taxing Pecksniffery. Flying frizzles! The year is 2176, a rebellion is brewing, and the boss wants a recon report. Ichann Count is all wet as a spy, but she plunges into the fray. Will she emerge with her memory banks intact?