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 7
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Below is the text version of the audio.
hirty minutes later, still planless, Jack wheeled off the highway onto a twisty, one-lane dirt drive. The leather bicycle seat squeaked as he dodged the branches that had fallen off the trees lining each side of the tire-deep twin ruts. After bumping around the third of three curves, he emerged into a sandy clearing. He stopped, dismounted, and wiped the sweat off his forehead with the back of his hand. He should have brought another cold soda from IDA’S EMPORIUM with him.
At the edge of the clearing, a tin-roofed, slope-sided Cracker style cottage wrapped by a shaded porch stood in prim white. To the left of the house, an enclosed garage and a separate long low building lined with windows butted a backdrop of dense forest and impenetrable underbrush. The scent of herbs hung on the still, hot air.
The setting matched Mrs. Kuhn’s description perfectly. This had to be the right place. He propped his bike against the porch rail.
“Harey! Get back here, you overgrown furball!”
The mystery girl barreled into view on the heels of a black and white rabbit. The bunny used his split-second lead to dart through a skunk-sized opening in the latticework beneath the porch.
The girl skidded to a halt in front of Jack. She’d changed from dusty jeans into shorts and a flowered blouse. With her long hair caught in a ponytail, she was even prettier than when she’d run him down in the parking lot.
Not that it mattered what she looked like or that his heart stuttered when he saw her. He was not free to court her. So he’d think of her the way he had his twin sister.
Sí. As if that would work. This girl could never be mistaken for Maria. Though she had the same dark hair and quick temper, she was thinner, shorter – and much more lethal. He touched his nose and backed up a step.
The thin short lethal girl scowled. “What are you doing here?”
“Making a delivery.” He yanked the notepad from his back pocket, shuffled through the pages, and pulled out the envelope Mr. Newman had given him. “I brought you a check.”
She shaded her face with one hand and squinted. “You what?”
***** 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?