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Enfield
Meteorite
- Joined
- May 9, 2017
- Location
- North America
“See ya later, Toby!”
Tobias kind of mumbled something in response, and pushed his way out the door, the bell attached to it making a pleasant little jingle. He held his crumpled-up work apron under one arm and made his way to the back of the hardware store. It wasn’t a glorious job in the slightest, but he did enjoy helping folks with their projects. Besides that, he was mostly in it for the employee discount. He took his cap off and ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair as he walked.
He pulled his keys from his jeans and looked up at the Cascade mountains around him, the snow-capped peaks contrasting sharply against the massive forests that surrounded the small town. Cascade Falls seemed to be little more than a commuter town these days. Damn near everyone who lives in Cascade Falls works somewhere else. Seems a fair portion of ‘em just live there so they can commute to Seattle, seeing as how the town is built right next to the biggest highway running east to west. Good enough for some folks, but Tobias felt it was better to work in town. Less driving, more living.
He slid the key into his 1979 Ford F-150 and pulled the door open. The smell of old truck blasted him in the face and made him grin. He chucked the apron into the passenger side and dropped himself into the seat. The truck had seen better days, especially the faded blue exterior, but Toby kept her running just fine. With a press of the clutch and a turn of the key the engine rumbled to life.
There were no errands to run today. Just a project in his workshop that needed some finishing. He meandered his way through the middle of town, the afternoon sun hanging lazily in the air. It was a rare day of sunshine in this part of Washington. Mid-spring usually yielded nothing but rain, so he was glad to feel the warmth of its’ glow. In-fact he even cranked down the window and unbuttoned the top of his red plaid shirt, letting the cool wind flow through the cab of the truck.
Cascade falls was a small lumber town back in the day. The old mill by the river kept the town alive for a while. But ever since the mill closed the town seemed to be stuck in time. It was like the town had almost died, but didn’t even realize it. Downtown looked like something out of an 80s’ television series, and it showed no sign that it would catch up with the times. The main drag was two lanes wide, and held the majority of shops in town. Toby passed through and ignored most of it. The gun store, the little cafe, the snow-sports and bike shop were all ancient news to him. Although the towns’ best diner did tempt him. There was furniture and thrift store as well. Toby bought most of his fixer-upper projects there when he had the itch to repair things, but he dismissed that as well. Just a straight-shot home today.
Tobias kind of mumbled something in response, and pushed his way out the door, the bell attached to it making a pleasant little jingle. He held his crumpled-up work apron under one arm and made his way to the back of the hardware store. It wasn’t a glorious job in the slightest, but he did enjoy helping folks with their projects. Besides that, he was mostly in it for the employee discount. He took his cap off and ran his fingers through his dirty blonde hair as he walked.
He pulled his keys from his jeans and looked up at the Cascade mountains around him, the snow-capped peaks contrasting sharply against the massive forests that surrounded the small town. Cascade Falls seemed to be little more than a commuter town these days. Damn near everyone who lives in Cascade Falls works somewhere else. Seems a fair portion of ‘em just live there so they can commute to Seattle, seeing as how the town is built right next to the biggest highway running east to west. Good enough for some folks, but Tobias felt it was better to work in town. Less driving, more living.
He slid the key into his 1979 Ford F-150 and pulled the door open. The smell of old truck blasted him in the face and made him grin. He chucked the apron into the passenger side and dropped himself into the seat. The truck had seen better days, especially the faded blue exterior, but Toby kept her running just fine. With a press of the clutch and a turn of the key the engine rumbled to life.
There were no errands to run today. Just a project in his workshop that needed some finishing. He meandered his way through the middle of town, the afternoon sun hanging lazily in the air. It was a rare day of sunshine in this part of Washington. Mid-spring usually yielded nothing but rain, so he was glad to feel the warmth of its’ glow. In-fact he even cranked down the window and unbuttoned the top of his red plaid shirt, letting the cool wind flow through the cab of the truck.
Cascade falls was a small lumber town back in the day. The old mill by the river kept the town alive for a while. But ever since the mill closed the town seemed to be stuck in time. It was like the town had almost died, but didn’t even realize it. Downtown looked like something out of an 80s’ television series, and it showed no sign that it would catch up with the times. The main drag was two lanes wide, and held the majority of shops in town. Toby passed through and ignored most of it. The gun store, the little cafe, the snow-sports and bike shop were all ancient news to him. Although the towns’ best diner did tempt him. There was furniture and thrift store as well. Toby bought most of his fixer-upper projects there when he had the itch to repair things, but he dismissed that as well. Just a straight-shot home today.