PART 4
There was rumbling and a gurgling.
It was so loud that at first I thought it was a
truck going past the end of the street. Then I realised it was Gary's stomach.
We were rapidly reaching the point when the need
for food would overwhelm our fears of personal Armageddon. Being on the run was
one thing being on the run without any lunch was quite another.
Unfortunately though we were still terrified, and
being holed up together in the dirt beside a smelly furnace was rapidly losing
its appeal. Gary and I were just discussing the possibility that maybe dad had
already forgotten the whole mower incident, not to mention who's bright idea it
was in the first place, a fact in dispute because I could clearly remember was
Gary's, when a sudden unidentified
scurrying in the dead leaves next to us nearly stopped both our little hearts
and had us screaming back to our mums. We couldn't see it, we didn't know what it
was, but it was moving near us and it was time to go.
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| my loyal dog Kelly and the famous back fence |
....Deciding to split up, I'd go sideways across our
two backyards while Gary would make a death defying sprint down the side of his
place, along our footpaths and up the side of my house and rendezvous on the big
branch up the old nut tree. Depending of course if during his death defying
Gary didn't change his mind and sprint up his own back steps instead.....
We went.
Gary disappeared in a red blur while I went over
the back fence. Which to be honest was more like a jump, hang, scramble and up
and over followed by a messy crash landing on the other side.
By using the
extensive military techniques gained by years of watching war movies on TV, I
proceeded in a near stealthy fashion along the back fences, totally oblivious
to the fact that my blue and white shirt stood out like missing keys on a piano
until at last I found myself unscathed and climbing up our favourite refuse to
find Gary, perched like a blue faced
monkey waiting for my arrival and it was only about five minutes later that I
learnt something that would change the way I thought about my father and the
world for many years to come...The Final Chapter (PART 5) in this backyard adventure "The Smoking Gun' will be posted in the next few days
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