Showing posts with label Story-A-Day #131. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Story-A-Day #131. Show all posts

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Story-A-Day #133: Burrowers


BURROWERS

Something happened over the winter.

As recently as two weeks ago, solid mounds of snow had lined the streets. Their decrease in size was no surprise with the warmer temperatures, but an odd aspect to the melting had become apparent. As the snow banks melted, large pockets of open space were revealed. It wasn’t a random occurrence either. The gaping holes were evident within melting banks throughout the city.

What would cause a mound of snow to melt from within?

It had perplexed the team for the first week or so, but the answer had become clear over night. The banks weren’t located over storm drains, and the degree of melting could not be attributed to sand and salt from the roads. There was something else behind the enclosures and while they weren’t clear at first, things had now progressed and the picture was becoming clearer.

The slithering trails that had been appearing throughout the city seemed to indicate that something had been in the banks; the dense snow possibly serving as an incubator.

The team was now operating under the theory that unknown creatures had been growing in the snow, hidden from the prying eyes around them; and when the thaw came, they started hatching. The problem now was figuring out what type of creature had been growing in those icy enclosures, and to where they had now disappeared.

Nothing known to science could account for the strange gestation pattern. Heat was usually required for creatures, mammalian or otherwise, to incubate, hatch, or be birthed. With the exception of certain deep-sea species, no entity known to man would have such a disparate and spread out nesting pattern. There was no reason for a creature to spread its brood throughout the city.

More alarming still was the fact that none of the usual post-birth signs were evident. There were no shell fragments, no stillborns, and barely any sign of exit routes from the mounds of snow.

These creatures were an unknown quantity, and as unknown quantities, they would be hard to trace, and harder still to identify.

The one lucky break we’ve had is that there seems to be a secretion in their trails that reacts to ultraviolet light. We’ve tracked a number of the trails to sewer and storm drain accesses and are preparing a team to conduct a search below ground.

With any luck, we’ll get to the bottom of this by early next week. The worst-case scenario is that we have a hostile new breed of animal infiltrating our city, but we have had no indication that the creatures pose a threat. Still, we would be remiss to assume there is no reason for concern whatsoever. The secretions could prove toxic, or pose a threat to the area water table.

The team is in place for tomorrow. Hopefully we will find a quick solution to this mystery. Until then, we’ll just keep our eyes peeled, and hope for a favourable outcome.

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Story-A-Day #131: Rusty River


RUSTY RIVER

Looking past the pock marked cement guardrail that lined the narrow old bridge, he could see the narrow snake of the river winding off across the small field of wildflowers and wind tossed grass, and through the trees.

He peered over the edge at his reflection in the soft current, the clear blue skies muddled by the rusty water.

It wasn’t actually rusty, that much he could tell. The odd bronze colour was most likely due to the composition of the riverbed; soft, brown sand flecked with specks of iron pyrite.

He walked around the end of the bridge and along the pathway that followed the bank of the creek. Patches of blue, orange, white and yellow wildflowers poked out through the gently rolling grass that lined the path and a subtle floral aroma wafted up around him.

He waded through the grass to the edge of the creek sending a handful of invisible frogs on a splashy retreat. An old shopping cart was marooned on a small sandbank in the middle of the creek, an ugly testament to the impact of man on the environment.

Yes the creek wound through the heart of the city, but it didn’t make a difference in the bigger scheme of things. He had been in the middle of the forest and found old mattresses, discarded appliances, and mounds of shredded trash bags.

He continued along the trail, keenly aware of the encroaching sound of traffic. He focused intently and the noise soon faded, a conscious masking of manmade noise. He watched a squirrel skitter along the path in little bursts, low sprints interrupted by periodic moments where it would scan the surroundings from an upright position on its hind legs.

Several species of small birds darted through the clearing, a flurry of wing flaps and intermittent song filling the air. It was nice to have these enclaves of natural delight in the midst of the concrete and steel of the city. It provided a momentary respite from the generic cycles of the working world.

The path ended at a busy street and the creek flowed into a large cement tunnel that passed under the road. He was tempted to follow the water into that dark recess and trace it to its eventual destination; to keep wandering until he reached the end, but he had places to be and people to see.

He would meet up with the rusty river again, just not today.