A foxy tale: Episode 7

A collaborative serial by Catherin J Pascal Dunk and Jessica Perini

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Episode 7

FFFUUUUUCKKKK, Jambeau screamed as the drugs took full effect. He looked around crazily, on chairs and under tables. Nothing. Then one memory came rushing back. The bean bag baby flying. Was it a dream? A nightmare? Tumbling, crashing through the air. And then … then … what?

Lying flat on his face, he’d had only the obscurest of views. A pair of hands clutching the baby. The hands’ owner running out the door to the main street.  

Among the fuzziness of his scrambled brain cells, Jambeau could hold onto just one concept. Finding that bean bag baby.

He ran out into the night and wildly—blindly—ran down the main street. Running—where he knew not. Just running. Running for his life.

Then he saw something he recognised. The beanbag baby lying on the ground at someone’s feet. He grabbed at it, but a pair of hands grabbed back.

‘It’s mine!’ Jam cried, thinking only of Javier’s final words ‘Guard it with your life’—not looking up to see that it was in fact Javier holding the other end of the toy. 

In a life or death struggle, Jam and Javier held top and bottom of the beanbag baby, tugging and wailing for supremacy. A crowd gathered.

Marguerite and Brandon stood up from their shared dinner, scurrying outside to watch the action unfold.

Just then, the toy popped open. And a giant puff of white powder shot up into the air. It fell back to earth gently, like cotton snow, a fair portion landing on the crowd standing sentry.

… TO BE CONTINUED …

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