After finishing a 40 by 40 foot awning by the house earlier, I stand near the lake, looking at one of the pythons swimming just under the surface.
Polarized vision allows me to see through the water with no reflection.
I wish I'd thought to use it before.
Holly is playing in the grass in front of me.
Aüley stayed home.
He really is great to have around.
Holly likes to use him to hide when play hide and seek.
I'm not sure what abilities, if any, come from the tattoo addition but, whatever.
I like the tattoo, regardless.
Anyway, we head out, after finally getting to enjoy the lake without any disruptions and head for an area that used to belong to a friend.
Searching around for a while, I find a small door that seems to lead to an underground storm shelter.
I had to cut through the door as someone either bolted it or welded it.
Knowing Hershall, he did both.
Sure enough, when the door falls through, the frame can be seen welded to the jamb with nuts threaded onto pieces of all thread that were, likewise, welded on.
I shake my head, walking down the steps.
Nothing seems out of place... except for the eight foot manhole cover in the floor.
I try to pull it up and it crumbles.
I'm disheartened as I hear splashing from below but, then, this is Hershall I'm dealing with.
I light a torch and drop it in.
Eighteen feet and the ladder is flawless.
I climb down, grabbing rungs above me with my tail, just in case.
I reach the bottom and laugh.
"A pool of frac water with a thin layer of mineral oil to keep it from evaporating.
Why am I not surprised?"
I grab the torch and walk to the edge.
"Couldn't add lights, could you?" I ask.
{Holly, bring me a flashlight, please.}
She appears with my brightest one.
"I swear, you're too good to me." I say.
She vanishes and I turn the light on.
Then, I see it.
A British Hawker Hurricane from World War 2.
I thought Hershall said that it was a Spitfire.
Then, again, he was known for buying things without knowing what they were...
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What does Home mean?
Ficción GeneralJosie Elise Carter belongs to @Mmeee2 All other characters belong to me, unless otherwise stated herein. Lysle Branderson belongs to Jessica Bergmann. I'll be writing another story, of this universe. Look for "Holden Keller." Brenda and John Morgan...