LAVENDER JACK: PTI

Have you met Him?

 

Pt I

 

A small hand seeks the wild blue yonder through a crack in a vicious thicket of massive and brutal fists.

 

With a quaking flail, Jack is simply no more.

A forest comes to be.

Clouds shape the weather patterns of The Earth.

Fungus strangles.

Time passes.

Three decades slide, belly-slick, through the Muck.

The mire of local human consciousness.

Holiday decorations, music.

TV serials flow, stagnate, surge forward and out of mind.

 

Life Occurs.

 

“A local construction worker disappeared two weeks ago…”

 

Blah blah blah.

 

Pedophile.

 

Newspaper article.

 

Seri McGovern, a Mount Olive Primary School teacher, has not been heard from since…

 

Uh-huh.

 

Abuser of the elderly.

 

A campfire, around which sit seven frightened and fascinated boys, sends opaque rings into the environment. Every now and again, a blackened marshmallow slides into a quivering maw.

 

“It’s the truth! They beat him to death on this day, thirty years ago, in these woods.”

 

Or so one wide-eyed and uneasy boy says through a mouthful of white glue that tastes sweet.

 

“He comes out of nowhere in a purple cape, with no face, standing ten feet tall, like Batman, except when Lavender Jack gets his hands on you, you’re never seen again.”

 

 

To Be Continued