JACK AND THE FOUNTAIN OF YOUTH
by HL Carpenter
Ebook ISBN: 978-0-9884095-0-7
Copyright (c) 2012 by Top Drawer Ink Corp.
Jack and The Fountain of Youth — Audio Installment 5
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“A reporter.” He extended his hand.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “A reporter?”
“Sí.” He pulled his hand back and tightened his grip on the notebook. “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. “Sí. I do. Sort of.” He tapped the open page of his notebook with one finger. “Do you know Moran Tennies?”
“No.” Her face got hot, which meant it was also covered with big fat red splotches. Her liar’s tell, as her sister always said.
“You sure?” Jack looked at her as if she’d transformed into a mutant.
“Positive.” Her skin grew hotter. The liar’s tell was no doubt flaring like a solar eruption. 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 would like to talk to them too. Do you know either of them?”
“No.” She ground the third lie out between clenched teeth. She tightened her grip on the handlebars, jerked the bike upright, and dropped the crushed plant into the wire basket.
“Are you sure?” Jack asked again.
Her face was going to spontaneously combust if she had to tell another lie. “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 the oregano pot fell over in her bike basket. She righted it.
She’d meant to give the oregano to Mrs. Kuhn. She could go back…no. Jack Thomas stood right where she’d left him, staring after her. He was definitely not the hero she’d imagined. She’d deliver the oregano later, when Jack Thomas was nothing more than an embarrassing memory.
She 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 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?