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This story is going to be posted in three or four parts. Hopefully, each 'chapter' will keep you interested enough to eagerly await the next! It should have a little of something for everyone...

The Hal

Danny Boy - Part I


“Hi dad.”

“Hey Jeff, how’s it going?”

The father had been laying in his recliner watching Letterman when Jeff came home from his Friday night out with friends. Father and son were both on their own this weekend. Jeff’s mom was off visiting her family and wouldn’t be back until Monday.

Jeff sat down on the edge of the couch and nervously looked back and forth between the TV and his father.

“Whatcha watching?”

The boys father looked at him. “You mean you don’t know who that is Jeff?”

“Sure. That’s Jay Leno.”

“Okaaaay .” He sat up and gave his son his full attention. “What’s wrong? You get a ticket or something? You been drinking?”

“What?” The denial was clear in Jeff’s response. “No, no. Of course not Dad. Jeez, you know I don’t drink when I’m the designated driver. I just,... well, you said I could always come to you if I had a problem.”

“That’s right, I said that. And I meant it too.”

A long silence ensued between them. The laughter coming from the TV show seemed to be distracting Jeff so the father muted the sound. The flickering light emanating from the screen lent an eerie feel to the ill-lit room.

“Go on son, go ahead, you can tell me anything.”

“I met this girl...”

“Is she nice?” Asked the father.

“What?”

“I asked if she was nice,” repeated the father.

“Yeah, I guess. Look dad, it’s not like that. We were in this bar. Me and the guys were leaving when it happened. I didn’t know what else to do!”

Jeff had become even more agitated and jumped to his feet, pacing back and forth.

“He was beating her Dad. Right in the parking lot! I had to do something. You always hear about people not wanting to get involved. Well, I’m not like that. Me and Jake pulled him away from her. When we did, she kicked him between the legs, you know? He went down cussing and screaming at her, said he was going to get us all. We ran to my car and took off. I brought her home with me...”

“You did? Well where is she? Why didn’t you just take her home?”

“Her parents aren’t home and she was afraid to be alone. You know her parents I think, it’s Sally Bradford, they live just a mile or so down the road.”

“Sure, sure, her dad runs trucks for UPS. He’s hardly ever home. And her mom went with the church group to help those flood victims upstate. Well bring her in boy, we’ll figure something out. Should of brought her in right away.”

“I just wanted to explain...”

The father interrupted, “It’s ok Jeff, I think you did good. I would have done the same thing...”

Jeff and his father walked to the front door together. Jeff went outside and got Sally out of the car where she had been waiting. As they walked up the sidewalk to the porch, they heard a car coming down the road, increasing in speed and screeching the tires with each up shift of the gears.

It kept accelerating as it approached the house and the sound of the racing engine caused them all to stop and stare at the spectacle. As it roared past the house, something came flying out the window into the front lawn. It bounced in the grass but the forward momentum it carried from being thrown out of the speeding car kept it rolling across the driveway and into the bushes.

“What the hell...?” The father had started down the steps when Jeff spoke.

“That was him! That was his car!” Jeff yelled, pointing at it as the tail lights receded into the night.

“I know that car, I’ve seen it before. You two go in the house, I’ll have a look at whatever they threw out. Probably just some fast food trash, damn kids.”

The father knew it was more than that, though he didn’t know exactly what. It was something heavy though, that he did know by the way it shot across the lawn.

Sally and Jeff went in the house and the father walked over to the bushes. The full moon cast a weak fluorescent like glow and he could just make out an object laying there in a plastic grocery bag. He leaned down and picked it up. It was heavy, like he had thought. He carried it up to the porch so he could check it out in the light.

Whoever it was had tied the grocery bags carrying handles in a neat little knot, so he got out his pocket knife and cut it open. Inside was something wrapped in a bloody rag. He slipped the remains of the bag down around it, and not realizing sally was standing at the screen door watching him, pulled the bloody cloth aside. Sally let out an anguished scream and came running out.

Laying there on the bloody rag was a dogs head, with something crammed in it’s mangled jaws.

Crying rivulets of tears, she sank to her knees. “It’s Bunny,” she managed to sob between breaths. “ My dog Bunny. She just had puppies...”

Jeff knelt down beside her, gently draping his arm around her in respectful support. “What’s in it’s mouth?” He reached down and carefully pulled one of the things out of the dogs mouth. As Sally screamed again, he realized what he held in his hand. It was a puppy tail, and there were five more of them protruding from the dogs muzzle...


To be continued...



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The following comments are for "Danny Boy"
by The Hal

Re: oh danny boy
Thank you jessicanm! Not giving a lot away here, one of the characters name in a later chapter will be Danny. I have an awful time with titles!

The story is done and has 5 chapters. I'll post them all here with two or three days between chapters. I didn't post it as a series because to me that means other stories will be written using the same characters. And that isn't the plan at this point in time.

( Posted by: The Hal [Member] On: March 10, 2002 )

Cannabalistic dog?
Good so far. I really like the tv laughter in the background of the father son talk. It created a nice duality.

Okay Hal, bring us more. I'm waiting.

Parteepants

( Posted by: Richard Dani [Member] On: March 10, 2002 )





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