The Storm

was to my waist now, and I was soon standing before the opened door of the shed. Something caught my eye deep down in the clear water. At first, I didn’t know what I was looking at, because the ripples that I had created while wading through the water obstructed a clear view. Standing still, the water smoothed out and became transparent. I took a second look. GUNS! I almost spoke it out loud. GUNS! Lots of them. Deep in the water, just inside the shed, just a foot below the water's surface, stacked nice and neat in two rows. “Henry! Come here!" I bellowed out, as I turned and raised my voice, forgetting that I was trying to sneak up upon this place. I could see that Henry, standing in the boat, had put his finger across his lips in an attempt to get me to be quiet. Too late. I think the whole county heard me. I waved frantically to get Henry to make his way to me and see what I had discovered. Obviously, it worked, as he stepped out of the boat with his shotgun in hand and made his way along the walkway. I kept motioning him to come and he was well on his way. What are these guns? Who put them here and why? I was even more intrigued, but with obvious concern. These things were put here by some serious individual, of whom I had no interest in meeting. Henry’s words came to my mind, "Sadistic entertainment." Henry slugged his way through the flooded walkway and came to where I was standing in waist deep water. He did not seem pleased at all to have gotten soaked, or even being there. “What in the world are you hollerin' about, Boy! You just woke up the whole county!” Henry had clenched his jaw and

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