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THE NOVEL HEARD ‘ROUND THE WORLD - Page 1
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Harold “Bento Box” McGillicudy put the
microphone to his lips and stared down the crowd with admirable aplomb.
“Please,” he said, licking his parched
lips, “You have to listen to me. None of
you know what’s at stake.”
While only moments before, the cheers
and excitement of the gathered mass of humanity had been electric, a deathly
pall had fallen over the whole affair as soon as Harry had taken the
stage. A wag at the front of the crowd
with a Kool-Aid purple mullet shouted, finally breaking the silence.
“Get off the stage!” the indigo-haired
fan cried, and the deluge began.
All the negative energy the crowd had
been holding back was now washing over the stage in waves. Harry took a few steps back, retreating into
himself. They were shaking the
barriers. He was sure they would storm
the stage and rip him to shreds.
That’s when Lucky Thunderson, widely
regarded as the best bassist west of Geddy Lee, stepped in between Harry and
the raging audience.
“Oy!” Thunderson shouted, “Lissen
up. ‘E’s gone frough quite a bit of
trouble ta get on stage ‘ere. We ought
to at least ‘ear what ‘e ‘as ta say!”
Thunderson’s intervention seemed to
return the crowd to a state of placidity.
He nodded at Harry to continue, which was kind of amazing considering he’d
jumped into the middle of their concert without so much as a word of explanation. The truth was just so complicated, he had to
get it all out, had to warn everyone, and he had so little time.
“You suck, Lucky!” someone shouted, and
a brick sailed through the air, striking Thunderson in the temple.
Thunderson plowed teeth-first to the
floor, and as he fell, a warm spray of blood spattered Harry’s smock. When the old woman had warned him to wear a
smock that morning, had she foreseen all of this? Or had it been the mere ramblings of a
madwoman?
No time to consider, as hands were
already pulling him backwards, offstage and away from the flying bottles,
rocks, and epithets.
“No, you have to let me go!” he
shouted, straining against his unseen oppressor.
“Shh,” a familiar voice whispered into
his ear, “Calm yourself, Bento Box.”
He turned, for the first time, to see
who was pulling him away from the stage.
“It’s you,” he gasped.
“It’s me,” she agreed.
Harry had never expected to see her
again. Not after what had happened the
last time they had met.
“You can’t be here,” he said.
She laughed and let go of him long
enough to gesture at herself.
“And yet here I am,” she said, “What in
God’s name were you doing out there?"
“It’s complicated,” he said.
A Mona Lisa smile fluttered across her
lips for the briefest of seconds.
“I can handle complicated,” she said, “That’s
why I came back, Bento Box. How did you
get that nickname, anyway?”
“That’s right,” Harry said, coughing, “I
never told you. I got it when…”
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