JETHRO’S ACE OF HEARTS

a thirteen-part story, EXCLUSIVE to Trapped By Monsters

story (c) Sam Enthoven / illustrations (c) David Melling, 2009. All rights reserved.

(Click here for previous slices: First ; Second ; Third ; Fourth)

-Fifth Slice-

Jethro looked out of the window again, but now there was nothing to be seen except blackness.

‘Before we proceed any further,’ he heard, ‘there is one small thing I’d like you to do for me.’

Jethro turned and saw Mr Theophilus adjusting the fit of a dainty pair of white gloves. He looked up to his face quickly.

‘No cause for concern, dear fellow,’ said Mr Theophilus soothingly. ‘I simply wondered if you’d indulge me by passing your nose over this flower in my buttonhole.’ He pulled it from his lapel and held it out for his guest. ‘They’re extremely rare. A scent fit for angels, I believe, but do tell me what you think.’

Jethro took the flower, bringing it slowly up to his nostrils, and straight away the colour drained from his face.

One can imagine how he felt: the powerful aroma of almonds expanding inside his skull, until the air seemed to bulge before his eyes. He would have noticed the sharp tingle of pins and needles in his hand: if his pupils had still been able to focus, he might have seen that the delicate stem of the flower had wrapped itself around him, curling affectionately about his fingers. He might have seen the plant swaying steadily and slowly, lazily, opening its pale petals. But…

‘Take a good breath. A good, deep breath, that’s the way,’ Jethro heard. He obeyed. And immediately everything went dark.

Really, too easy.

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