Jack Donovan - ESD's short story [Archive]

Sleeves

05-05-2006, 06:19 AM

I love Dave!  I also do transcription for a living.  I also record R&F cause I have a kid and can't listen too much during the live show. Dave is a one man Gong Show - a fine thing to be in my book...“Jack Donovan”  By Dave McDonald Age 16    There’s no justice out there.  Just mice and raspberry flavored PopTarts.   Amidst the stories and articles I’d written in the past, I’d never written a biographical story until now, the day the heavens opened, the day Raleigh Valderwraith tapdanced, the day I met Jack Donovan.   Jack Donovan, a 63 year old man, rumored to be out of a small town in New Hampshire, a man in my town who is a mystery to all who populate it.  I was walking alone one Saturday evening around 6:00 after a long day of yardwork, bad bar-b-queing, and serious wiffleball playing with some of the cousins.    It had been a brutal day.  Mosquitoes as relentless as Roger Ebert on a buffet table had ravaged and plundered my skin – everything from my shins to my nose.  They didn’t get my ears.  I was wearing my ear muffins.  My little cousin, who I swear my Aunt Edna had called “Lucifer” decided to catapult a tablespoon of ketchup in my general direction.  Lucifer said he was really aiming for my other cousin, his brother, Kevin.  Nonetheless, the bomb of Heinz had hit me right above the left eye.  Quite truthfully, it was a good shot and I didn’t know whether to be annoyed or proud of the tyke. Regardless, I had enough.  I had only one mission now:  escape.  I covered myself in mud from head to toe and after stopping first to take out my Uncle Charlie who was standing posted…I slipped away, like a banana peel on ice.  Yes, I was free.  I took off the ski mask that I had mounted on my head before my meeting with river mud and chucked it into the bushes. End of Part 1Next:  Part 2:"Give or Take an Egg"

This message was edited by Sleeves on 5-5-06 @ 10:20 AM