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Along The Waves Of Imagination
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Science fiction story
"Adventures of Abnormal Things"


Chapter Four



Abnormal things on the dirt road

Drivingidea.ru LogoArrow The dirt road, along which abnormal things were slowly moving in the pitch darkness, was completely dotted with wide, shallow holes filled with broken bricks, pieces of adobe blocks, parts of window frames and some boards.

People living along the road in private houses tried in vain to level the potholes with this construction waste, but very quickly large pieces of filler were thrown out of there by the wheels of passing cars, mopeds, bicycles and wheelbarrows. Little by little, the fragments of brick and adobe that flew out of the holes disappeared "nobody knows where", and the country road acquired almost the same appearance that it had before the attempt to repair it. As a result, passers-by habitually skirted the edges of the potholes, approaching almost right up to the fences and garages that stood on both sides of the dirt road.

Vanna, who was leading the unusual procession, did exactly the same: carefully looking at the narrow edges of the wide potholes, she, giving a strong list, tried in every way to avoid driving over sharp fragments of stones and fragments of frames studded with rusty nails. "If I puncture a tire here now, neither the young technician who attached the wheels, nor the recovery chamber that has become too small, nor the Refrigerator, which cannot support three, even if the Washing Machine and I can climb onto the top of Servant's head, will help me."

Sneaking along the flat surface and shying away at the sight of stones and boards, Vanna gradually moved forward, and her friend standing on its sides, clutching the curved edges that served as her support with her hose-like hands, easily maintained her balance. On the deepest bumps, its copper plates quietly clinked, eventually waking up the dogs dozing in the yards. One of them, an old shepherd, was about to fill the quiet night street with furious barking, but, clinging to the bars of the gate, she was stunned and speechless with surprise.

In a daze, watching the gigantic technical devices that she had never seen in her long life, she silently, as long as the view from the bottom of the gate allowed, looked after the abnormal things. Only when the Chandelier, having rolled into some very deep hole, loudly shook its numerous pendants, and the junk lying in its box, having jumped up, fell back to the bottom with a loud noise, the shepherd barked hesitantly and, yawning, lay down to sleep by the gate again.

When the last private house standing along the road was left behind, the dirt road began to wind sharply, maneuvering between piles of garbage, which were dumped in large quantities on both sides. It was inconvenient and expensive to remove it from here, so food and household waste was simply set on fire from time to time, and the dump in various places was blackened with charred bottles, stones, tin cans, bags, and some parts of car upholstery.

"Ha-ha, and we thought, lying at home in a box with all of Varsonofy's junk, that we would never see such a mess anywhere else!" - exclaimed the Washing Machine. Overwhelmed with impressions, forgetting that she needed to hold on tightly to the Bath, she walked with the sticks, until that moment clamped under her arms, over all of her drums, after which she finished this short part with a ringing blow on the copper plate.

Shadows of cats running away, living near the garbage heaps, flashed around, somewhere in the yard of the house left behind a dog barked angrily, immediately waking up almost all the dogs in the area, and the steppe, dimly lit by rare lights, was filled with the voices of dogs barking in every possible way. Only the bats, hovering over the tops of the abnormal things after mosquitoes, did not react to the loud cry and drum roll, continuing their passionate pursuit with sharp turns, rapid takeoffs and dizzying descents.

Frightened by the unexpected and loud sounds of the drums and cymbals, Vanna rushed forward, ran into a stone sticking out high from the path and turned over on its side, throwing its cheerful friend off its sides somewhere into the reed darkness that stretched out on the sides. Refrigerator, who had arrived from behind, did not lose his head and, carefully turning around, stopped near Vanna, who was stunned by the wheels, so that it would be easier for Servant to catch her with a rope hanging from the boom of the crane.

Having hooked it onto the enamel side that stood out in the darkness, Servant quickly put the Vanna on its wheels and began to peer tensely into the crushed reeds where the Washing Machine had fallen, having lost its support. Lustra, who had caught up with her comrades at that moment, immediately understood what had happened, felt for a flashlight in her drawer with the mixer, took it out and directed a beam of dim light to where Servant was carefully groping with an excavator bucket, trying to stumble upon an iron rectangular body.

Finally, the beam, blurred and unevenly reflected by the peeling mirror of a well-worn lantern, picked out the white, smooth side of the Washing Machine in the thicket of huge dried reeds, and Servant, carefully turning the hapless drummer so that he could hook the rubber hose with a massive hook, pulled her out of the captivity of the dense roadside thickets with a crane, and a second later her bottom was again firmly resting on the sides of the Bath.

To help her friends, who had been put on their feet, clean themselves of dust and debris, Lustra quickly filled the mixer with water from a deep pothole nearby and doused the Bath and the Washing Machine with warm, muddy streams. "Thank you!" they both exclaimed at the same time. "I didn't expect to have to take a shower right on the way!" Vanna added with a laugh. "My dear, next time don't be so loud in your admiration," she advised the Washing Machine, but the latter did not respond in kind, as she was listening intently to the strange sounds coming from her laundry chamber.

It seemed as if some entity was moving there, while it was either screaming in displeasure or fear and furiously scraping the centrifuge with a multitude of sharp objects. Realizing that during the few minutes of her forced night's rest in the damp grass, some animal had managed to climb into the chamber that had opened up after the fall, the Washing Machine hurried to open the hatch, and a cat's head stuck out. Drivingidea.ru LogoArrow

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In "Along The Waves Of Imagination" newspaper you can also read the following literary works:

Adventures... (Chapter One)
Sunny SeasideYoung Technician AppendixAdventures... (Chapter Two)Young Technician AppendixYoung Technician Application
Adventures... (Chapter Three)


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