Messages from Henry

By Rebecca Scarberry

Henry is special.
When Evelyn Bury becomes the unlikely victim in a random kidnapping, Henry flies to the rescue.
In the process, Henry enlists Tammy, Evelyn’s next-door neighbor and the lackadaisical authorities to assist in Evelyn’s escape.
Henry hurdles many obstacles to the point of endangering his own life in order to save his dear master.
You will find yourself routing Henry on, cheering his progress and praying for Evelyn’s safe return.
Read MESSAGES FROM HENRY and lose yourself in a fun, fast-paced, edge-of-your-seat suspense thriller written for all ages, twelve and above.
But, please...remember one small, feathery detail...
Henry...is a homing pigeon!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Rebecca Scarberry
• Release date: Jun 17, 2012
• ISBN: 9781476112565

Rebecca Scarberry

Rebecca Scarberry was born in Southern California. She retired as a claims analyst for an HMO in Las Vegas, Nevada. She lives on a very secluded non-working farm in the Boston Mountains of Arkansas with her husband and five cats. She has devoted her time to writing fiction since 2009 and has self-published works in four different genres. She published her debut, Messages from Henry in June 2012. It was written for young adults but many adults are finding it very entertaining. The sequel, Where Love Takes You, was published in August 2013. On December 10, 2012, she published a short story called, Rag Doll. This very short story is for adults only. It’s a spicy crime drama, and many readers were taken by surprise by the twist in the end. She’s now being compared to O’Henry. She has since published three children's picture books. It's called her Jumper series, about a funny red beach ball; telling the readers all about his adventures away from the toy store. Children, age 4 and up, want Jumper on TV. She has currently written the script for one episode and will attempt to make this a reality.

Book preview

Messages from Henry

A Novelette by Rebecca Scarberry

This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, events, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright © 2012 by Rebecca Scarberry All Rights Reserved

Published by Rebecca Scarberry

Smashwords Edition

CHAPTER 1

The first thing I notice when I walk out onto my wooden front porch is the silence. The birds, normally tweeting away as they hop from branch to branch in the cedar tree above my bird feeder, are nowhere in sight. Not even a buzzard flies overhead, in search of its morning feast. I feel a strange tension in the air.

I sit down in my rickety pine rocking chair, bundled up in my puffy down jacket on this chilly November morning. Cinnamon, my longhaired orange cat, is startled by the loud creak of the chair. She runs out from under the chair, sits under the table and gives me a sneer as though I scared her intentionally.

I place my coffee on the wrought-iron table and search the meadow and the cow pasture for any movement. Not even the sound of a distant dog barking, hawk squawking or wild turkey gobbling can be heard in the distance. Even Cinnamon sits under the table, turning her head from side to side, searching the trees and bushes for any sign of life.

Fluttering wings startle us.

Henry, what are you doing here? I ask my neighbor Evelyn’s pure white homing pigeon, which has just settled on my banister. You better skedaddle before Cinnamon decides to jump up there. What’s that tied to your foot? Evelyn joking around and sent a note to me?

Henry stares at me with his bright yellow eyes and tilts his head to one side as I move towards him. It is, without a doubt Henry. I can tell by the slight twist of his left foot, he’s had since birth. I have grown quite fond of him over the years since his mother, having laid only one egg for some reason, refused to care for him once he had hatched. Evelyn, my elderly neighbor and close friend, took Henry into her home and hand-fed him. Her husband, Des raised and sold white homing Rock Pigeons, which can find their way home from extremely long distances, and made quite a bit of money doing so. Des passed away one year ago, and my husband, Frank, passed away two months later. . .

Once Henry could eat regular feed, Evelyn put him in her yard where he could roam freely — unlike the other pigeons, which she keeps in a large loft. I have always enjoyed helping when I visit.