Hard Clean Run

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Action and Adventure  |  House: Booksie Classic


Bob ventures into the unknown and, hopefully, won't pay for it with his life.

Submitted: September 26, 2017

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As he sat and waited, he could hear a loud, steady rumble coming from within. The young man's underlying fear of the unknown was completely eclipsed by his excitement over the adventure he was about to embark on. "Why do you put yourself in these situations?", he could hear, as his mother's whiny voice echoed in his head. She could really be a buzz kill when it came to her son's adventurous side.

Bob, because that's my 'go-to' name for short story characters, sat silently, anticipating what was about to happen. He tried not to be nervous, but suddenly became just that, as his pickup truck jerked, and then lurched forward a little. 'This was it!', he told himself as his free fall from the 'norm' had begun! He studied the truck's gauge cluster for a moment; making sure his water temperature, oil pressure, etc., were within acceptable ranges for what was to come. The speedometer didn't register the slight forward movement that took him into the fray. He found himself sliding into a huge, unexplored cave without any control over his descent. As the Sun disappeared behind him, Bob said a little prayer; hoping that everything would turn out alright.

Then came a drop of water on the windshield; then another and another until it was like sheets of rain in a storm. It made it very difficult to see anything; especially those things that lay ahead of him in this odyssey. He surmised that an underground spring or a water source on the surface above him was compromising the ceiling of the cold, dark cave he found himself in. The water subsided a little, and, for a moment, it gave him a false sense of comfort. The hope he had found in those fleeting seconds though, was replaced by horror as he entered into what looked like the root system of a giant tree or something. Its tentacles were pawing at the sides and top of his four wheel drive vehicle, as he continued to progress through the hellish cavern. He was surprised he wasn't getting stuck, as he made his way through the 'floppy' subterranean 'fingers of the mass of roots.

His confidence again shaken, Bob told himself that this might be 'all she wrote' for him, but the roots tapered off and disappeared as suddenly as they had began their assault on his truck a moment before. The highs and lows of this unpredictable trip were taking a real toll on the poor man's nerves. The roots were quickly replaced by more of the relentless water pouring down from the, as yet, unknown source. He feared what would happen if the whole thing caved in on top of him. Bob knew, at that moment, that all hope might be lost. He thought his doom was inevitable and it was time to accept that fact. He would drown in this pit, and no one could possibly help him escape that fate.

Bob sat back in the seat and waited for the water to break through his windows and steal his ability to breathe; if not actually crush him under the tremendous pressure it might create. He dreaded the authorities having to go see mother and explain to her that "she was right"; that "she had always been right" when it came to her thrill-seeking little boy. Bob blinked his eyes and then rubbed them hard before opening them again. The cascading water was replaced by a gale force wind. It seemed to be coming from a hole in the ceiling that he assumed led back to the surface. Perhaps a way out! Though it's roar was frightening, and quite deafening, he kept looking for, and then finally saw something encouraging coming up. There was a little light ahead, and his hope was again renewed! He thought for a moment that, perhaps, someone was coming to rescue him from this nightmare. Blurry figures, walked towards him out of, what had become, a brilliantly lit background. He was convinced that they were angels; sent to collect his worthy soul.

As they swarmed around the outside of the vehicle, with their wing's flapping; covering every part of the truck, Bob felt assured that, one way or another, he 'would be saved!'. He was startled when one of the heavenly creatures knocked on his window. He warily hit the button and watched the barrier between him and his salvation come down. The angel leaned in and looked the inside of the vehicle over, as he smacked his gum loudly. "Would you like fragrance today buddy?", he asked as he backed away a little and toweled off the side mirror. Bob quickly came back to reality, and answered the car wash attendant..."no thanks", he said. He sat with a completely blank look on his face for a moment, while the towel guys finished their work, and then smiled. He guessed that the wild mushrooms his roommate brought home yesterday were probably not meant for snacking.


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