Mobbs
A Large Portion, Yes
It was the winter of our times, it was the discontent of our times. And it was a door he'd never noticed before. In fact, as far as he was aware, nobody have ever noticed it before. Well, apart from whoever manufactured it, and whoever put it there.
But there it was, a door easy to overlook if you simply didn't happen to glance that way. And he wanted to know what was behind it.
It was a pair of doors, actually. A doubledoor entrance under the northern terrace of Municipal Oval Reserve. No visible locks, no apparent security of any kind. Tugging on one of the two handles, that side opened with neither fan nor fare. fa(n+re)=0.
Within was a space as expected, essentially a crawlspace, though large enough to not demand stooping, and thus: walkspace. The space was structurally random, filling whatever void the terrace left available. Handy for storage, he thought, though the entrance was attached not to the grounds of the reserve, but to an industrial property adjacent, part of the estate on Cameron Embert Drive.
The space was generally empty, save for a couple of trestles and crates. It did seem indeed to be used merely for storage, and even then, not so much. There wasn't a lot to see here. But there was something.
On one trestle sat a globish-shaped mass of hessian, seemingly covering a roundesque article underneath. Not exactly placed to attract attention, but nor was it hidden from view. he wandered directly to this trestle and the curious object which sat upon it. Not without some reticence, he tugged at a corner of the hessian and drew it away from what lay beyond.
And right at that moment, in a blaze of winter, and more than a little discontent, he revealed that one thing which he had desired reunity with, for so many long seasons.
But he couldn't see it because that's where his eyes were anyway. So he walked back out and tripped over an escooter. Probably died. No mouth to yell for help.
So close, Headless . So close.
But there it was, a door easy to overlook if you simply didn't happen to glance that way. And he wanted to know what was behind it.
It was a pair of doors, actually. A doubledoor entrance under the northern terrace of Municipal Oval Reserve. No visible locks, no apparent security of any kind. Tugging on one of the two handles, that side opened with neither fan nor fare. fa(n+re)=0.
Within was a space as expected, essentially a crawlspace, though large enough to not demand stooping, and thus: walkspace. The space was structurally random, filling whatever void the terrace left available. Handy for storage, he thought, though the entrance was attached not to the grounds of the reserve, but to an industrial property adjacent, part of the estate on Cameron Embert Drive.
The space was generally empty, save for a couple of trestles and crates. It did seem indeed to be used merely for storage, and even then, not so much. There wasn't a lot to see here. But there was something.
On one trestle sat a globish-shaped mass of hessian, seemingly covering a roundesque article underneath. Not exactly placed to attract attention, but nor was it hidden from view. he wandered directly to this trestle and the curious object which sat upon it. Not without some reticence, he tugged at a corner of the hessian and drew it away from what lay beyond.
And right at that moment, in a blaze of winter, and more than a little discontent, he revealed that one thing which he had desired reunity with, for so many long seasons.
But he couldn't see it because that's where his eyes were anyway. So he walked back out and tripped over an escooter. Probably died. No mouth to yell for help.
So close, Headless . So close.
