A bucket of Beckett, Chapter One.

[spacepotato]

Jack shook the bones in his closed hands and threw them into the pool, mumbling the incantation that had been written on the map.  For six months he’d been looking for the Fountain of Youth, and now its waters were his, if only he could get the magic right.  Tricky stuff, the supernatural-say a syllable or two wrong and you were

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[kittymay]

Oh, come on, there's got to be more! This is potentially hilarious!