Thursday, January 7, 2010

A Yarn That Rhymes - 2

Chapter 2


Life had never been simple or straight for Jack Horner. He was neither bright nor big and strong. 'Lean and young Danny DeVito' or maybe even Michael J.Fox (if I am feeling kind and contented) are the only words that could properly describe him. I believe that there are many types of people in the world. Some of them are the Model sort, ones you are meant to follow, then there are the Beautiful people, the ones who get followed around. Jack was one of the Lucky people. He got through stuff in school easily. Never much of a boy for books, he got into football, girls, and booze. He had no mum and his old man died soon. Something changed in him and around him. He left the Sink for good. Or so he thought.
Now he was back and he was as happy as the town people were. The Chief knew something about his work in the Big Apple. So, after a couple of days he asked his help on the case for there were no clear clues and the chief was no Sherlock. Jack had only the marijuana and eccentricity in common with that illustrious gent created by Arthur Conan Doyle.
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Jack went to Billy's house the following day. Billy was a fine lad of 19. He was no good at school but was a very good worker on the McDonald farm.
"Hey there Billy, boy. How are things out on the farm? How's McDonald?"
"Hey there Mr. Horner. The farm's good, work's good. Ol' McD passed away couple o' years back. His kid Alan now runs the farm."
"So, you see anything when you were kissing Miss Maple?"
The boy blushed like a beet, "Ooh Mr. Horner, I wasn't kissin' Mary. We were just talkin'. And I told them cops too, I saw nuthin'."
"So, how is the shirt Miss Maple gave you on your birthday?"
"I am not even going to ask how you know that. But the shirt got torn off in the brambles a week before."
"Is that so? Mind if I take a look around?"
"No, Mr. H, make yarself at home."
Jack trooped around to the back of the house. He never forgot what he saw there that day.
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The scene in Billy's backyard was one straight out of some horror movie. Blood everywhere. And one black sheep caracass right in the middle of it all.

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