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 45
efore Jack completely disappeared, Nessa dashed around the edge of the palmettos, with Tenspot on her heels. She’d read Jack’s thoughts from the expression on his face. The excitement she’d seen there made her realize how badly he wanted to find the Fountain. For his sake, she hoped Harey would lead them to it. Behind them, Jack shouted. She heard the surprise in his voice, though she couldn’t make out his words.
She stopped, and called, “Jack?”
Instead of an answer, a solid THUD shook the ground.
Tenspot said, “What was that?”
“I think Jack fell!” Nessa ran toward the sound, but the tangled vines and thick clusters of young trees caught at her, held her back. Tenspot clawed at the undergrowth, opening a way for both of them. Sweaty, panting, they emerged into a closet-sized sandy glade. Jack sprawled on the ground on the other side, next to a toppled tree.
“His leg’s stuck!” Tenspot raced across the clearing.
***** 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.
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?