Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Audio Installment 11

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


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Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Audio Installment 11


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“It is hard for me to talk about.” His voice trembled and he swallowed.

Were those tears in his marvelous chocolate eyes?

“I’m sorry,” she said.

“It is all right.” A smile ghosted across his lips as he repeated her words. “Perhaps one day I can tell you about Maria.”

“I’d like that.”

“I would, too.”

His voice was deep and sincere. Had she misjudged him?

Probably not.

“Why are you really here, Jack?”

“Because I promised my editor I would follow up on the tip the Pryer received about the Fountain of Youth.”

She wanted to believe him. More than anything, she wanted to believe him. Maybe she could. Not because the Fountain was real, but because of the kind of stories the Pryer published. A feature about a non-existent Fountain of Youth was exactly the type of tale that would make the front page.

Or was she making excuses because she liked him? No matter how chivalrous he seemed, believing him meant letting a reporter hang around. No, it meant letting Jack hang around, an altogether different proposition, and one that might be more dangerous.

Harey emerged from under the porch, his overgrown tooth protruding from his mouth. Besides giving him a sinister appearance, the long tusk kept him from eating properly. She and Cori had intended to trim it, but Cori had to rush to the hospital before they’d had time. She couldn’t nip off the extra length of tooth by herself, as she’d discovered when the squirmy little furball twisted from her grasp and fled across the yard.

“You’re looking for the Fountain of Youth,” she said.

. I am not here about Bradley, whoever he is,” Jack said. “I give you my word. And I would like to help.”

She wanted him to stay. She couldn’t deny it. She just hoped she wouldn’t regret it.

“Then you can start by holding Harey while I trim his tooth.”

“Trim his tooth? You mean that fang?” Jack eyed the rabbit. “Does he bite?”

“Of course not. Come on. The nippers are in the greenhouse.”

She picked up the rabbit. Jack followed as she rounded the corner of the porch and headed toward the long glass-paneled building where she and Cori ran their herbal business.

“Are you sure he does not bite?” Jack asked.

“I’m sure. When we’re done, he’ll be able to eat normally again. And he loves to eat, so that means he’ll be your friend for life.”

She pulled open the door to the greenhouse.

Jack sucked in a breath. “What happened in here?”


***** ABOUT THE AUTHOR *****

HL Carpenter is the pen name of a Florida-based mother/daughter duo who writes from their studios 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.

Dream Stealer. Is stealing a dream better than losing your own?


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