The Fell by Robert Jenkins

Author:Robert Jenkins
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: RedDoor

Twenty-One

I went back to that cottage after lights out and saw a flowery Vespa scooter had been bumped up the steps and through the gate and that proved beyond question that Melody Grace lived there, and I should have left but I couldn’t help having a peep and even though I’m not a pervert peeping made me tingle just a bit.

Inside the cottage a lamp was lit, throwing soft golden light and I could smell wood smoke and see faint trails of smoke against the dark sky where she had a fire going inside. The road was still busy and cranes were still moving logs over the way, all lit up with big white floodlights but it was quiet inside the fence and all around the cottage and I realised the high wooden fence and heavy foliage acted as a sound break, muffling the noises of the evil engines and all the world. I wanted to peer inside the windows but knew if I was caught it would be the end of us because I would be a peeping Tom and she would surely think me a pervert (which I am not) and look at me with contempt and I knew a clever plan was needed so I could bump into her accidentally on purpose and strike up a conversation and win her trust and then her love.

I trotted home slow and snuck into bed and decided Johnny would know how to bend the situation my way because bending situations was his speciality and maybe he would swing by before sleep did and I hoped he would.

Later Johnny sat on my bed in just his yellow and black polka-dot boxers and Leon joined him in camouflage pyjamas with little dead ducks embroidered on the collar and they listened to my dilemma and Leon said, ‘You don’t need a plan, you need a process’, and Johnny nodded and blew a professional quality smoke ring. ‘A good hunter don’t trudge the woods, he waits where he knows the prey will be. A watering hole, a rutting spot, or a lair. You got her lair.’

‘You do boy …’ Johnny nodded. ‘You do. And her rutting spot.’

‘He does. And now you wait, morning and night to plot her movements. See the prey, plot the prey then on the third seeing, drop the sights between the eyes and put a slug in the forehead. See the prey, plot the prey, drop the prey. Unless you’re using a bow, then you go for the heart and lungs shot, straight behind the front legs.’ He poked me in the ribs. ‘Bang.’ And he took Johnny ’s smoke and drew hard.

‘I don’t want to kill her!’

‘I know. But hunting’s hunting. Don’t matter if you’re killing the prey or fucking it! Not that I’ve ever fucked prey!’

‘That’s not true,’ Johnny said and he reached to take the cigarette back and Leon stubbed it sharp on Johnny’s hand and Johnny squealed and jumped back and Leon flicked the butt at him and Johnny leapt off the bed as the butt bounced off him and tiny red smotes lit up the dark.

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