Here is a small first chapter of a story I've wrote a little while back, called
Fast Hands.
Nothing too fancy, and I'm by no means a professional writer. So read it with that in mind please.
I'll post more chapters down the road.
Fast hands.
That's what his brother remembered about Tommy.
Not that he was a great baseball player, and could hit the ball over the fence every time.
Not that he could outrun almost anyone on the block.
Not that he could maneuver his raleigh, with banana seat and long curved handle bars, around any obstacle course in his way.
No. His brother said he had fast hands.
In fact, if you asked any kid on the block what they remembered most about Tommy, 9 out of 10 would say he had fast hands.
And it was true. Tommy did have fast hands. Fastests hands on the block!
"How did you know Tommy?" Asked a reporter.
"Um, like he was in my class, and we walked home the same way every day" replied Lukas. He paused for a few
seconds, then "he, like he's not here anymore. But I don't know where he went to."
The reporter cut to another child, one who was much bigger and brawnier, and was obviously ready to tell his own take on the situation. "Did you know Tommy Porter?"
"Ya I knew that guy. I seen him all the time at the playground," said the lumbering beast. "He wasn't really tough or anything, I mean I beat him all the time in arm wresting. I can beat pretty much anyone. And I beat him all the time."
Beast went on "But he did have fast hands. Like they were super fast." He chuckled a little, and continued "It was freaky how fast he could move his hands. They were so blurry and jumk. I couldn't even see them sometimes they were so fast."
"And so it would seem" chirped the reporter, "that Tommy did indeed have fast hands. Fastest hands on the block according to most. This is Darv Misco for WTFH, reporting live from Kensington Heights."
"Aaaaand you're clear" said a tech with big ear muffs on, holding a boom mic.
"I think that went well, don't you?" Darv said matter-of-factly.
"Yeah, it was fine." The tech sounded a little confused, however.
"What's up Binky, what's the problem?"
Binky (his real name was Charles Prewett, but everyone called him Binky) stared back at Darv with a blank look on his face, which lslowly turned to bewilderment. Then, he asked "well, don't you even wonder what happened to that Tommy kid? Like where there hell is he? He's been missing for 3 weeks now, and all anybody can talk about is his damned fast hands.......where the hell is this kids?"
Binky's question resonated with Darv, and he paused for a moment of contemplation before answering.
"I just report the news Binky, I'm not a fortune teller. I don't know where the kid is. But as long as he's missing, there's some good interviews to be had".
Binky rolled his eyes about the Earth=shattering revelations which had just come from the kids Darv had interviewed. Obviously this was high quality news reporting. Not, he thought.
"We'll come back next week" he crossed his fingers as if to say he hoped the boy would still be missing then. "There's bound to be some more gossip by then. Maybe we can get an interview with his mother or father too!"
Darv and Binky gathered their belongings, and made haste for the TV news van. It looked like rain was coming, and they wanted to get back to the station before it got to miserable out.
Tommy's brother was right. Fast hands indeed. Fastest hands on the block!
Now where exactly did his brother go?
He may not have figured that out yet, but Kenny was not going to give up just yet.
Not by a long shot.
