NME 3 - 1982
An Extract from "The Kid Who Made Nasty Things Happen"
by St*ph*n K*ng - K. C. Mann
Skink pt 2 - M. Jeffcock
(page 8/19)
N.M.E.
Numerous Monkeys Extrapolate

An Extract from "The Kid Who Made Nasty Things Happen" by St*ph*n K*ng

K. C. Mann

Mike settled back into the chair with a groan of relief. Maybe they would be safe here and maybe not, but he had to keep up appearances for the kid's sake. He glanced fondly over to where Jimmy sat playing with some model cars with the quiet intensity of the very young. With the suddenness of a flash of light he saw Susan again as he had last seen her, kneeling at a herbaceous border and smiling. His eyes filled with tears, and he strode into the kitchen so that Jimmy wouldn't see. The knowledge that he would never see his wife again was a great empty space inside him, which he tried to fill with his concern for his son. Opening a cupboard he took down a packet of Kellogg's Rice Crispies and a bowl of Sankey Granulated Sugar. From the fridge he took a carton of Express Dairy Milk, and, after a moment's hesitation, a can of Michelob. He sat down at the Formica kitchen table, resting his Adidas running shoes on a nearby stool. Even the welter of familiar brand names could not dispel the sense of gloom which hung over his head, hairy though it was. He remembered the sickening sound the chicken had made as it burst into flames, the nauseating grating sound of knife against bone, and the pungent smell of burnt flesh. But then, he'd never claimed to be a good cook. With the twist of a finger and a spray of foam he opened the beer and raised it to his lips; relished the cool sensation as it coursed down his throat.

"If only I didn't have to be strong all the time," he thought. "If only I could break down just once. But I can't. Not with Jimmy here." They were miles from home, and had miles to go. The men who had taken Susan would not give up. Once they had almost got them, but Jimmy's strange talent had given them a chance to escape.

"I mustn't brood - I'll go crazy," Mike thought to himself, and turned on the TV. The familiar features of Larry Hagman swam into focus. It became unspeakable.

Skink