SHARKEY AND THE JABBERWOCK – Chapter 4 – “Motorbike Bill” by Richard F. Yates

[Last week, we learned a little bit about Detective Sharkey’s mad-science origin and we met Alice, our story’s most heroic figure. THIS week, we’ll be meeting some new players in the game, starting with Alice’s ex, Motorbike Bill. Bill is nasty, and he uses cuss words, so you better not read this chapter out loud, if you’re at work. (Or the next chapter, but we’ll get to that.) Again, this week’s chapter was so tiny, I’ve decided to post another chapter tomorrow, too, just to make sure you’ve got enough to read this week. And, as always, if you haven’t read the story from the beginning, go HERE to read the whole ball of wax! —RFY]

Motorbike Bill flew up Highway 101 on his Honda. His long, black hair trailed out from under his helmet and flailed behind him. Waves from the high tide crashed against the bluffs below the highway, and the scream from his bike filled the night with a banshee wail. He reached the top of a hill, slowed, and stopped. The lights of Broken Ankle Point glowed below, stretching from halfway down the hill to the Columbia River. The lip of the ocean met the river’s mouth several miles east and coughed as salt water mixed with fresh. To the west, the lights of the city were scattered, overcome by the fingers of the Erik Tulgey Nation Forest, one of the densest Old Growth forests remaining in the United States.

“That bitch is here, somewhere,” Motorbike Bill said, then started his bike again and screamed off down the hill towards Alice.

[Check back tomorrow for a very special (like “AFTER SCHOOL SPECIAL”) chapter, where our story finally hits the ground and takes off running. Cover your ears, and get ready to meet Adam and The Knights of 58th Street… —RFY]

—Richard F. Yates
(Primitive Thoughtician and Supreme Bunny Lord of The P.E.W.)


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Compulsive creator of the bizarre and absurd. (Artist, writer, poet, provocateur...)
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