The Jack

By Drew Banton

A Vermont farmer helps his friend with unforeseen consequences. This is a short story of approximately 6000 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Drew Banton
• Release date: Dec 23, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310671760

Drew Banton

Drew Banton has published novels, novellas and stories. He has had pieces appear in Event Horizon online magazine and Bicycling Magazine. He has worked as a printer, welder, auto mechanic, bicycle frame builder, industrial mechanic and manufacturing engineer. He lives in Brookline, Massachusetts. When not writing he can usually be found walking his dog or trying to keep up with his grandson.

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The Jack

by

Drew Banton

The Industrial Strength Press

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Also by Drew Banton:

A Dangerous Job

The Gurry Room (novella)

The Mascot (short story)

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Authors Note: This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental.

The sausages spit at Sheila as she pushed them to one side of the skillet to make room for her single egg. She sighed as the clear circle surrounding the yellow hub quickly was transformed to white. One lousy egg, one piece of goddamn toast, she couldn’t even put jelly on it without having to give up something else later on. After all the insane running around she did, as hard as she worked keeping things together, she still couldn’t burn off enough calories to have a decent meal. The injustice of it made her want to scream.

Sheila, oh Sheila honey, dear, you think you could hurry those extra sausages along? Me an’ Denny got a whole lot of work to do today, you know, and we’re two big hungry fellas.

Oh, and I suppose you think I’m gonna sit on my fat butt all day and watch the soaps? The sausages were almost done.

Barry sprang from his seat. She didn’t see him coming and squealed as he lifted her three inches from the floor and kissed her at the base of her neck. He was back at the kitchen table before she could swing her fork at him.

That’s disgusting, said Denny, not looking up from the newspaper he’d been reading.

Barry sat with his elbows on the table. His form was dense and solid, seeming squared off as if plotted