St John Narrative

534 Words2 Pages

It was a crisp October morning in Fort St John I just moved from Hope to Fort St John's for my job with a Big Beaver logging all I had was my German shepherd named Gerard, a jeep, and a bag of clothes. Everything else had been supplied by my employer when I arrived a note was left on the counter it said “everything is ready there is a bit of food in the cupboard and fridge you’ll have to go shopping also look around your house theirs tools in the garage if you need them see you at work Rob.” I had gone to the store that morning bought some eggs and sausages, then came home to my log cabin on a hill overlooking Charles Lake. I had just made a delicious breakfast of eggs benedict, and sausages I walked through my house Gerard followed me all …show more content…

He bolted after that little thing so fast I couldn’t get a hold of him. The rat ran across the room hid behind a pile of boxes Gerard starting barking rapidly at the boxes while he was scratching at boxes. I ran over to him, but not before he had knocked over a box or two filled with packing pellets “Damn it Gerard why do you have to chase everything that moves” I bent over to scoop up the pellets, and put them back in the box where they had come from when I saw a foot long metal box with a Padlock keeping it closed. I took out the box put it on the floor it looked quite odd for some reason I just couldn’t put my finger on it. looking through the box again there wasn’t a key so I carried it over to the workbench, and looked through its drawers for something I could use to break the lock. There weren't any bolt cutters so I decided on a chisel, and a hammer I tried it a couple of times until I got it on the third try I slowly lifted the lid, and

Open Document