Mr. Jack Reeling was a most peculiar man. He had dark green eyes that drooped at the corners. His hair was grey, shoulder length like FreyFrey's, but held back in a ponytail. There was a scraggly grey goatee to match. He had on a long faded green military jacket. His pants were grey denim jeans with patches at the knees. His shoes were made of brown leather and looked very old fashioned. He was certainly odd, and he was certainly a friend.
As FreyFrey examined her new partner, the last couple of buckets were loaded up into the back of his pickup and the nine dollars was put away.
"Ah, have you found what you need?" Asked the owner.
"Oh, sir, might I know how much those in the corner will be?" asked Jack.
"Call me Phill, and that'll be $78.50 for both of 'em."
"Thank you Phillip. Could you have those two young men carry them for me?"
"No problem. We'll meet you at the counter."
Mr. Reeling went back to the main room with the girl following behind. Soon afterwards they were both off, rumbling away. FreyFrey was curious. She couldn't wait anymore. She asked Mr. Reeler how he knew how to find her, what was the change, what would there build, why did she feel the way she did, and why she seemed to be in a separate world of her own. She asked silently, in the privacy of her mind. These questions may have been in her mind, but they came from her soul, and they were behind her eyes. Mr. Reeling saw her eyes; he saw her questions, and her answered them, silently.
They were far more alike than FreyFrey could guess. They were silent, and they were both in their own worlds'. Mr. Reeling saw his world through a dust-rimmed spectacles coated with experience and mystery. FreyFrey saw her world through dark sun-shades with cold, grey, metal frames. The thing about one's vision is that it can be changed.
The sun set. Its colors faded away. The truck's exhaust sputtered one last breath, and then the vehicle halted. There was a tall, decaying building. FreyFrey had expected to see a home, but then again, they would be doing construction on the project. the pickup truck doors creaked open and closed, and the building's doors mirrored the sound. This sound was a melody, the first of welcome home songs.
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Expiration Date 2076
Science FictionEverything and anything starts happening to Freyshia (FreyFrey), a seventeen year old girl, when she lends her hobby to a stranger. However, FreyFrey's hobby is collecting scraps from her father's junkyard. Borrowing quickly turns into a trade that...
