Little Bobby Magee And The Day The Sun Slipped Away

Chapter 1

There was nothing pleasant about the situation. No one was quite certain of where the sun had gone. As if the gods had decided that they were no longer worthy of their precious star, the light had simply faded until nothing but a shiver was left where feelings of tingling warmth had once been.

The people did what came natural to ever predictable humans when in large groups as something particularly unexpected or terrible occurred; they screamed, ran, zigzagged aimlessly, bumped into one another, and just plain and simple made bloody fools of themselves. This of course was with the notable exception of little Bobby Magee.

You see lil’ ol’ Bobby had never been much of a fall-in-line kinda guy. Bobby liked to walk his own beat, one he liked to believe was just that little bit more solid than that of the rest of the small town’s. And, of course, being a good little Scottish boy, he never failed to keep others in mind. This, of course meant that he was always kind enough to point out everyone else’s mistakes, so they could learn from them of course…

Such as it was, little Bobby Magee walked calmly along the darkened street, more than content to stumble along the road until he could find a better way go. It wasn’t pitch black of course, plenty of massive, unattended fires lit by the previously mentioned bumbling towns folk bathed the small community in shadows and dull flickering illumination.

Passing by farmer Roe’s house, he noticed a lantern sitting on the structure’s large porch, by an old, old rocking chair. The whole place just reeked of age, and not surprisingly, Bobby walked through the yard towards the light, and retrieved the lantern without so much as a second thought.

See Bobby wasn’t a particularly patient young man, and would do things like this all the time rather than wait long enough to get permission, telling himself things like “Well the birds would have gotten the pie first if I hadn’t saved it”, or “Mrs. Toole was making more toffee anyway, so it’s a good thing I made more room in her sweets dish for it…”, or in this case, “Well farmer Roe might be wondering around blind out there, now if I find him I’ll be able to give him is lantern”.

With his brilliant (in comparison to the dull flickering fires’ light) lighting device, Bobby began his trek towards the town proper, where he hoped he could find some answers, he didn’t like not having the answer to things remember...

A few minutes slipped by as he continue to meander towards the village centre, and Bobby deep in thought, contemplating and fantasizing of the many possibilities became only vaguely aware of his surroundings. Bobby was jostled from his daydreaming by a sudden impact with a solid object that sent him flaying to the ground and several feet to the left of where he had been standing and sending his lantern bouncing off even a few feet further. Behind his head landed with a ground shuddering slam, a large tree trunk. As he regained his senses, he realized that something lay atop him. It wasn’t just something, in fact it was a girl, and she wasn’t simple lying, she was more than anything glowering.

“What is wrong with you?” She scolded. “Didn’t you hear me yell for you to get out of the way?”

Bobby just stared back in confusion, not certain of how to take all of this.

“Boys, how predictable, can’t even look after themselves, couldn’t listen to a woman to save his own life…” She continued her complaining at length, which went on for sometime, long after even, Bobby had extracted himself from under her (which she seemed not too notice, so engrossed was she in he rant) and moved to retrieve his lantern.

After righting himself, Bobby just stared at her. She was your average girl, she wore darker shades of black and brown with her hair similar to that of a raven’s feather. Short, and neither stocky nor overly slender, the girl held an individual beauty that intrigued the young boy. He was normally very cautious to avoid foolish girls and their disagreeable tendencies, but to Bobby, this girl seemed neither foolish, nor disagreeable. Also, the youthful lad decided, she had saved his life, and was certainly capable of conversation and speech (although it appeared that such also applied to when you didn’t want her to speak) and so held admirable merits in his so far lonely journey to find just where the sun had gone.

It wasn’t long before little Bobby Magee came to learn two important pieces of information, one, being the young girl’s name; Stacy, and the other being that his lantern was broken.