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Posted by Ben, friend of Indy from ns1.integrityonline30.com on May 08, 2000 at 13:41:52:

Indiana Jones and the Treasures of the Past
Prologue
Spring, 1955
Henry "Indiana" Jones, Jr. was retiring. He had had many onderful adventures and a teaching career that had served its purpose, but they were now done. Indy was in his 'office', cleaning out the mini treasures and sorting and removing things from and off the previously cluttered desk. The furnace behind him hummed a sorry tune, Indy lookind identical to the sound. He looked as if he hadn't slept for weeks--bags under his eyes--, a beard full of pointy whiskers, and drooped shoulders. Gray streaked his hair, and he had taken his glasses off out of soreness. After packing all his boxes and callng the museum and the movers, he grinned and left through the rusty-through-age-and-use window.
* * *
Indy drove to his home, fear lighty tapping the door of his mind with memories of 1938. When he opened the door, he made a long blink. All intact, good.
"Dad?" Indy called.
"Henry? Is that you?"
"Yeah, Dad, I'm home."
Indy hung up his coat. He walked to the study and saw his father reading "The Pilgrim's Progress."
"Where ya at?" Indy asked.
"Hm?"
"What part?"
"Oh, I just started to read, Pliable has left the Slough of Despond."
"Ah."
Indy slouched into the chair next to Henry's. Henry placed a bookmark in and but down the book.
"So what are you going to do now?"
"I don't know, probably just stay here with you and think for a while, I guess."
Then the phone rang.
"I'll get it." Indy said. "Hello? What? No. No. This can't--yes, when? Wednesday at 5:00? Alright. Thank you."
"What?"
"Marcus."
"Oh, no."

Chapter 1
Indy, his father, Marion, Sallah, even Willie and Shorty came to the funeral of Marcus Brody. He was buried in the grounds of the University. Indy was miserable. He often screamed at the phone or door bell ringing, and when he opened the door, he would find a mail or paper boy running to his bike and a package on the steps. One day a call came.
"Hello?" Indy said in a throaty voice.
"Yes, Docto--"
"MISTER Jones."
"Yes, well," the man continued, "I'm Joshua Byrnes, and I'm representing a man who has made a find--"
"GOSH DARN YOU STUPID PEOPLE!!!!! CAN'T YOU LEAVE A POOR GUY ALONE??? WHAT ABOUT RETIRED DON'T OU UNDERSTAND???"
"I'm, I'm sorry sir." The man, probably fresh out of college, was obviously hurt. "I didn't know..."
Indy made a "Man-I'm-the-one-being-stupid" sigh.
"No, I'm sorry, kid. I've been through a lot lately but I had NO excuse to make such an ouburst. What were you saying?"
The boy sounded like a slight smile was made on the other end.
"Thank you. Anyway, he has something, a tablet with strange symbols. I'm a friend of his son and I told him I'd heard a lot about you and I thought you might be able to help."
"So I look at some gibberish, get thanked, and go home, right?"
"Yeah, you could say it THAT way!" Joshua said enthusiastically.
"Okay, where do I meet you?"
"Hopefully sometime this or next week at Hill Valley, California."
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