Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Installment 5

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Jack Cover with border small canvas

by HL Carpenter
ISBN: 978-0-9884095-1-4
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9884095-0-7
Copyright (c) 2012 by Top Drawer Ink Corp.


Continued from Installment 4


“A reporter.” He extended his hand. When she ignored it and continued to stare at him, he pulled his hand back, tightened his grip on the notebook and said, “Jack Thomas, on assignment for the World Pryer.”

Her heart plunged so quickly it was a wonder it didn’t fall out of her chest and flop into the dirt beside her bike. “The World Pryer? You work for that lying rag?”

He flinched as if her elbow had connected with his nose again, and glanced down at his notebook. “. I do. Sort of.” With a shrug, he tapped the open page with one finger. “Do you know Moran Tennies?”

“No.” Her face got hot and splotchy, like it always did when she lied, which, thankfully, wasn’t often. She hated being dishonest. But she wasn’t going to tell Jack Thomas the truth. After the way the press hounded Bradley during his trial, she had no desire to help anyone who wrote so-called articles for a newspaper. She especially had no interest in helping a reporter find Tenspot. The kid had enough problems.

“You sure?” Jack looked at her as if she’d transformed into a mutant.

“Positive.” When the red spots flared more brightly, she turned away from him and dragged her bike off the ground. Holding the handlebars with one hand, she stooped to rescue the battered pot of oregano that had fallen out of the bike basket.

Jack checked his notepad a second time. “How about Corinda Owens Tagg or Nessa Owens? I’d like to talk to them, too. Do you know either of them?”

“No.” She ground the third lie out between clenched teeth, tightened her grip on the handlebars and jerked the bike upright. She dropped the crushed plant into the wire basket, and snapped, “Why don’t you crawl back under your rock, Mr. Reporter, and leave innocent people alone?”

She spun the bike around, jumped on the saddle and pedaled from the parking lot. She was halfway down the road, her skin still flaming red, when she remembered she’d meant to give the oregano to Mrs. Kuhn. She looked over her shoulder. Jack Thomas stood right where she’d left him, staring after her.

He was definitely not the hero she’d imagined, which was entirely too bad. She’d deliver the oregano later, when Jack Thomas was nothing more than an embarrassing memory.

She faced forward again and clicked the bike into a higher gear.


***** 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?


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