The Gravel Pit

By Russ Victorian

When things started disappearing from his shed, Francis assumed it was just kids from the neighborhood getting into a little mischief on the weekend. So one Friday night, he decided to wait for them; even laughed about how he would scare them away. Things didn’t go so well for poor Francis when it wasn’t kids who showed up after dark.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Russ Victorian
• Release date: May 28, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310011788

Russ Victorian

Russ Victorian is a Minnesota Writer.

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The Gravel Pit

By Russ Victorian

The Gravel Pit

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Vanessa laughed. Sighed. Then popped out another short laugh. Francis sat next to her on the couch, watching the same television screen, but he didn’t laugh. His mind was too wrapped around what he intended to do later that night, after most people had gone to bed.

Things had come up missing from his shed. First, a socket set he knew he had put away. Then a battery charger—which never left the shelf above the tool bench. And parts for the restoration of his sixty-one John Deere 3010, although he possibly could have misplaced them.

The alarming reality came this past Saturday when the enclosed trailer he stored for his sister—also in that shed—had an obvious bow in the seam of the door where someone had tried to pry it open.

He almost called the police, but it was probably just kids raising hell, and more than likely, neighbor kids. That always seemed to be the case. One neighbor of his kept getting gas stolen out of his bulk tank, and it turned out to be his cousin’s boy who lived just down the road. He didn’t want to start a feud with any of his neighbors. He just wanted them to leave his stuff alone.

He figured a good scare, and a call to their parents would be enough to straighten them out—once he identified who they were.

But now, as it grew late, he questioned his plan. Why was he feeling so anxious? He was unsure. Call it an ill feeling,