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The shelves scattered around contained old tools, a wind up drill, a wooden mallet, a rusting saw with a decaying wooden handle to name a few. Bottles of gardening fluids sat on the shelf, the lids glued on with little extracts of liquid, built up on them over the many years.
Jack picked up one of these bottles, and read out loud the label; 'Keep your lawn in top condition! Grass greener'. He turned the bottle over and looked at the best by date, 'October 1971.
Jack sighed and replaced the bottle from where he had taken it as he once again glanced round the shed he had stumbled across. Perhaps the most peculiar thing in the shed, was not the rotting tools, or the seeping fluids but the bed in the corner.
In the far corner of the shed sat an old bed. One of the legs had snapped so it lay limp on the three remaining, good legs. Jack sauntered over to the bed, crouched down beside it and placed his hand on the mattress. Damp seethed through the mattress and jack could just make out the green bubbles frothing around his hand. It obviously hadn't been slept in for quite a while Jack thought, as he removed his hand and wiped it on his trousers.
Jack pulled himself up and took one last look around the shed. The walls still had ivy protruding through every possible gap, tools still sat on the shelves and bottles still released an odor Jack hadn't smelt before.
As he was moving towards the door, something caught his eye, in the far corner under a stack of cardboard boxes on a large shelf lay a bag. A normal bag would have been lost in the darkness, but this bag stood out, it seemed to be painted silver. Jack went back over to the bag and once again knelt down beside it...
Got this far and gave up, wasn't going anywhere
Good, certainly try and make something out of it; it's worth it.
Might try abnd finish it, and yes FFF, that's precisely what happened.
Or not.
Still, what ou had wasn't a bad start.
What there was: very nice, but you can't judge half a painting.
The shelves scattered around contained old tools, a wind up drill, a wooden mallet, a rusting saw with a decaying wooden handle to name a few. Bottles of gardening fluids sat on the shelf, the lids glued on with little extracts of liquid, built up on them over the many years.
Jack picked up one of these bottles, and read out loud the label; 'Keep your lawn in top condition! Grass greener'. He turned the bottle over and looked at the best by date, 'October 1971.
Jack sighed and replaced the bottle from where he had taken it as he once again glanced round the shed he had stumbled across. Perhaps the most peculiar thing in the shed, was not the rotting tools, or the seeping fluids but the bed in the corner.
In the far corner of the shed sat an old bed. One of the legs had snapped so it lay limp on the three remaining, good legs. Jack sauntered over to the bed, crouched down beside it and placed his hand on the mattress. Damp seethed through the mattress and jack could just make out the green bubbles frothing around his hand. It obviously hadn't been slept in for quite a while Jack thought, as he removed his hand and wiped it on his trousers.
Jack pulled himself up and took one last look around the shed. The walls still had ivy protruding through every possible gap, tools still sat on the shelves and bottles still released an odor Jack hadn't smelt before.
As he was moving towards the door, something caught his eye, in the far corner under a stack of cardboard boxes on a large shelf lay a bag. A normal bag would have been lost in the darkness, but this bag stood out, it seemed to be painted silver. Jack went back over to the bag and once again knelt down beside it...
Got this far and gave up, wasn't going anywhere