Hobo Hunting 1A Story by Nina DevineOn my top things to do, there is a phrase that not many would
understand. It's actually much simpler than it tends to be made.
Two Sundays ago I decided my artistic ideas needed a little jolt, so Sarah and
I set out to explore. We had in mind an abandoned rendering plant in
Columbus which neither of us had yet to visit. I drove us down, but upon
arriving where we suspected the plant to be, we could not find it. There
were bulldozers and mounds of dirt obstructing most of our view. I turned
into an interesting looking parking lot. Feeling disappointed when we had
still not the rendering plant, I was ready to turn around and head for
home. Sarah suddenly hopped out of my car and ran over to a fence.
She ran back and told me to park. I pulled into the grass and parked
behind the nearest building, trying to hide my fence from view of anyone who
might be patrolling the lots. Walking over to the fence, both of us this
time, sliding through the break Sarah had found, not knowing it yet, our
adventure had begun. Behind the fence and shrubbery stood about a dozen brick houses with
windows completely boarded up from the outside of the complexes. Vines
grew over doors and grass sprang up between our knees. Sarah and I turned
to each other, our faces mirroring one another with a look only we
understood. Our look said a million things through just two faces.
But mostly, our look said "explore". The first house we walked up to was locked tightly. We
pulled and pried and shoved and it remained static. This was also true
for the 2nd house. And the third. And the fourth. And so
on. Spiders spun around doorknobs and in-between windows and their
boards. Eventually, I spotted something in my peripheral. It was
an un-boarded window. Finally! Our persistence had paid off. There
were no stoned webbed within the thick grass, but nearby was a pile of old
wood. I grabbed a sturdy looking piece, hoping it would be enough to
break the naked glass. Sarah wandered off and I started my backswing. Pause. If you have never broken in somewhere before I must explain this
feeling to you. It's quite a childish feeling, the sensation that you
could very well get caught in the act. Although typically the sensation
is very illogical, it inhibits many from the crime that I was about to
commit. Although the buildings clearly had no electricity running through
them for many years, and the surrounding area was completely dead, and it was a
Sunday morning... I was near paralyzed by the fact that an alarm could chime to
life, or that a police car might swing around the corner at any second.
Note that I said "NEAR paralyzed". Play. © 2013 Nina Devine |
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