scraped like a claw down my spine. âLetâs forget all about the asteroid and dinosaur for now,â I said, feeling my lips go all wobbly and realising that I didnât need to hear anymore. âLetâs go into town. Iâll shout you an ice-cream at Samâs shop.â
Snook and I had seen the same dinosaur.
Chapter 5
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S amâs shop sold lots of things: grocery items, knick-knacks, books, magazines, newspapers, plus all kinds of lollies, soft drinks and ice-creams. It was the sort of place that if you didnât know where to look for something, then it was probably a waste of time looking. Snookâs mum reckoned it was clean, though. We often went to Samâs.
The customer bell dinged as we pushed the door open and walked inside. It was just after four-thirty. Shadow, whoâd tagged along, took up his usual spot on the footpath just outside the door; he didnât mind it there; he liked all the pats from the locals and anyone else that happened to walk past.
We could hear Sam fiddling with something behind a row of fruit and vegetable boxes that ran parallel to the long, wooden shop counter. Hearing us coming in, he poked his head around one of the rows and grinned. âItâs the Kelly gang,â he said, wiping his hands on the front of his shop apron and then walking over to see us. âWhatâs it going to be today? Iâve got a new batch of drumsticks you might like; chocolate flavoured with crushed nut toppings.â
âSounds good,â I said, grinning back. âIâll ask Snook.â But when I turned to do just that, he wasnât there. Heâd wandered off to the other side of the shop where he was looking at a larger than normal poster that was pinned to the community notice board. I crossed the shop floor and joined him. Looking over his shoulder, I read the notice.
I was pleased that Snookâs mind was on something other than exploding asteroids. I was still worried about him though; I strongly suspected that he was feeling a bit like me ⦠confused and still wondering about the strange images weâd both experienced. I continued to gaze at the poster and after reading it about a dozen times, I said, âI didnât know you liked photography?â
Tearing his eyes away from the notice board, he told me in a matter-of- fact way, âAs of today I do. Iâve just decided that Iâm gonna be like one of them paparazzos.â
I couldnât help grinning. âA paparazzo?â I said, trying to keep the scepticism out of my voice. âYou mean like those photographers that go stalking famous people like film stars and royalty just to get their photos. Youâre not going to do that, are you? A lot of people think theyâre kind of nasty âcause they invade peopleâs privacy.â
âWhatever. Anyway, I wouldnât take photos of famous people; I dunno any for a start. Iâve got a better idea.â
âOh, whatâs that? And why the sudden interest in â¦â I didnât wait for an answer. I knew before Iâd finished the sentence. âGloria!â I said. âYou want to win the photography prize so that you can ask her out for a classy dinner. You devil! Youâd be in Gloriaâs good books then, wouldnât you?â
âWell, itâs worth a try. The $250 wouldnât hurt either. I could buy her a bunch of flowers, maybe even a friendship ring. Girls like that sort of stuff, donât they? Whatcha think?â
I couldnât help laughing. âOh, girls like that sort of stuff all right but I think youâd better think about winning the competition first, donât you?â
Although teasing Snook a little was meant to be tongue-in-cheek and good natured, he did look a bit put out. Thinking he was being a bit precious, I was about to say something when he beat me to it. âI have thought about winning it, Miss Know-it-all, and