Thin Foot scurried across the room to the open wrought-iron window in time to see the two boys making off with Cappy.
They wore bandannas over their faces. The taller boy held Cappy’s chain tight as he bolted down the road, another bandanna tied around his left hand the way boxers wrap their palms with tape before a fight.
They took off like bandits across the track leading to Tony’s Junkyard.
That day the sun beat down on San Fernando but Ibis — that was the name he gave his bike — it was the fastest thing on two wheels. Thin Foot pushed down hard. He could still hear Cappy’s panicked cries. He could hear the fellas who took him.
“Dat dog dead today, yuh hear meh? Today, today, he dead.”
He blocked the thoughts out. He gripped the handle tighter. Soon his eyes narrowed on corpses of old, rotting cars and in that moment the frenzied barking stopped.
As he got near the middle of the yard he sent the bike skating and broke into a sprint toward the boys who stood half-grinning in front a pale, beat-up 1969 Kingswood with the floodlights facing inward. The windows had been forced up.
One flaunted a piece of iron behind his shoulders like a stick-fighter. Flames roared from the channa bomb in the other boy’s hand. The stench of pitch oil filled the air. Just then something moved in the back seat and Cappy’s cunning eyes appeared in the window.
Before Captain T&T swoops down on the Republic Bank Decibel Conference + Expo at the end of the month the short film below is worth lingering over.
Shot and directed here in Trinidad by Chris and Leizelle Guinness, it was a Vimeo staff pick that won several awards including “Best Short Film” at the 2014 Dieciminuti Film Festival in Italy.
This is the story of how it all began. After that day in Tony’s Junkyard nothing was ever the same.