Wolk
The howny wabbit
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"Detour? Damn..." Steve mumbled, disappointed.
This trip definitely wasn't going his way. First the weather messed up and now the only road he had on the map was closed. He would have to detour through some minor dirt roads.
"How is my sedan going to do that, anyway?" Steve thought aloud.
The storm was not too bad yet. For now wipers managed the prodigious amounts of water that poured down from the sky quite well, but it was also obvious that the worst was yet to come. The sky behind him was a horrifying dark color, almost black. And that is at four o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was supposed to be shining and birds singing according to the meteorologists.
The treck along the winding dirt road, which was rapidly turning into something inbetween a swamp and a river, was long, even if slow. By the time Steve's car finally got stuck for good in the mud it was too late to go back. He tried all he could to free the vehicle, but even if he was successful several times, he got stuck again and again just a dozen meters from where he freed it last time.
Finally, realizing it was fruitless, Steve just drove the car onto the side of the road, where it was unlikely to be washed down or flipped around by howling winds. Soaked and dirty by then, he started getting back into his car when he noticed a small light deep in the woods.
Intrigued, he walked there, finding a lovely little hunting cabin. At first he thought the light testified to someone being there, but after searching it he realized it was automatic. The solar panels on the roof must have been the source of it. Apparently the hunter who had it built was one rich fellow.
The door was unlocked, as was customary in hunting cabins since the days of trappers even before the War of Independence. Inside would be some necessities of life - matches and wood, for one thing. Blankets.
Steve couldn't help a smile when he saw the inside of the small one-room cabin. It had a tiny fireplace, which he immediately fired up. Next, he took off every last piece of clothing, since all of it without exception was soaked through. Naked like a baby he wrapped himself in a warm blanket and nestled onto the small bed. In normal conditions, he would say the place was rather modest, despite the solar panels on the roof. But now it was a piece of heaven.
This trip definitely wasn't going his way. First the weather messed up and now the only road he had on the map was closed. He would have to detour through some minor dirt roads.
"How is my sedan going to do that, anyway?" Steve thought aloud.
The storm was not too bad yet. For now wipers managed the prodigious amounts of water that poured down from the sky quite well, but it was also obvious that the worst was yet to come. The sky behind him was a horrifying dark color, almost black. And that is at four o'clock in the afternoon, when the sun was supposed to be shining and birds singing according to the meteorologists.
The treck along the winding dirt road, which was rapidly turning into something inbetween a swamp and a river, was long, even if slow. By the time Steve's car finally got stuck for good in the mud it was too late to go back. He tried all he could to free the vehicle, but even if he was successful several times, he got stuck again and again just a dozen meters from where he freed it last time.
Finally, realizing it was fruitless, Steve just drove the car onto the side of the road, where it was unlikely to be washed down or flipped around by howling winds. Soaked and dirty by then, he started getting back into his car when he noticed a small light deep in the woods.
Intrigued, he walked there, finding a lovely little hunting cabin. At first he thought the light testified to someone being there, but after searching it he realized it was automatic. The solar panels on the roof must have been the source of it. Apparently the hunter who had it built was one rich fellow.
The door was unlocked, as was customary in hunting cabins since the days of trappers even before the War of Independence. Inside would be some necessities of life - matches and wood, for one thing. Blankets.
Steve couldn't help a smile when he saw the inside of the small one-room cabin. It had a tiny fireplace, which he immediately fired up. Next, he took off every last piece of clothing, since all of it without exception was soaked through. Naked like a baby he wrapped himself in a warm blanket and nestled onto the small bed. In normal conditions, he would say the place was rather modest, despite the solar panels on the roof. But now it was a piece of heaven.
