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no_more_hidingAt first Hank knows he should be worried or nervous as he walks in the mist shrouded forest. With all the rumors going around the bar, he knew it was a bad idea to be where he was right now, but he wasn't. Something about the forest was comforting. Or maybe it was the sound of waves lightly slapping against the pier of the lake he knew was ahead. The pier which appeared through the mists and the figure hunched over his fishing pole. Hank breathed in deeply and tasted his grandfather's pipe tabaco.
"'Bout time you got here," his grandfather said without turning as Hank's feet hit the aged wood of the pier. "The fish are going to bite any minute now, mark my words."
Hank sits next to his grandfather whom died six years ago from pancreatic cancer. He sits there, not daring to breath for fear of dispelling whatever this was.
"Cat got your tongue boy?"
"No sir, sorry," he whispers cause it's impolite to ignore your family.
"It's good to see you, too, Hank. I've missed you something fierce."
"How...how can this be?" Hank asks, working his feet in his shoes as they've suddenly gone uncomfortable and too tight.
"Don't know," his grandfather says as he reels in his line and recasts it out into the water. "And truth be told don't care either. You got ants in your pants?"
"No sir, my feet are just itching. It'll pass."
"Stars and garters! Take your shoes off and dip your feet in the lake water then. Nothing better for itchy feet."
"I can't do that sir."
His grandfather rolls his eyes and takes out his pipe. "Boy, my best friend in school had six fingers and my school teacher was born with a tail. I don't care if your feet are strange but I care that you worry I care, so stop and take off them shoes."
Hank sits shocked for a moment or two before reaching down to do as his grandfather asks but his shoes disappear as he unties the laces. Sitting back up he takes his pole and casts his own line with a smile as the cool lake water eases his cramped feet.
"So how's life treating you son? Are you happy?"
"I am...mostly. I'm working for the CIA now, helping to protect America. I like my work. A friend of mine is missing though and I'm really worried about him, worried he's hurt or worse."
"Give it time and you'll find him. You meet any girls yet?"
Hank sighs in contentment. "Well, there's this girl named Raven I like a lot but I'm not sure if she likes me or is just being friendly. She's like me, a mutant, though her abilities are different."
"Woman can be hard to understand," his grandfather says with a nod and a smile. "Has she asked you to do anything for her or go anywhere fun?"
"We aren't really at a place with fun things to do. Plus we only just met."
"Alright. Well, keep this in mind. It's been my experience if a woman likes a fellow, she will ask a guy to do something special for her or will keep seeking out the fellow to spend time with. Keep your eyes open and don't be afraid to ask her for help or to go have fun cause if her mind's not made up, asking can do that for you."
"Okay. Thanks Grandpa." Hank replies and they sit in silence for a while that fades to darkness.
"'Bout time you got here," his grandfather said without turning as Hank's feet hit the aged wood of the pier. "The fish are going to bite any minute now, mark my words."
Hank sits next to his grandfather whom died six years ago from pancreatic cancer. He sits there, not daring to breath for fear of dispelling whatever this was.
"Cat got your tongue boy?"
"No sir, sorry," he whispers cause it's impolite to ignore your family.
"It's good to see you, too, Hank. I've missed you something fierce."
"How...how can this be?" Hank asks, working his feet in his shoes as they've suddenly gone uncomfortable and too tight.
"Don't know," his grandfather says as he reels in his line and recasts it out into the water. "And truth be told don't care either. You got ants in your pants?"
"No sir, my feet are just itching. It'll pass."
"Stars and garters! Take your shoes off and dip your feet in the lake water then. Nothing better for itchy feet."
"I can't do that sir."
His grandfather rolls his eyes and takes out his pipe. "Boy, my best friend in school had six fingers and my school teacher was born with a tail. I don't care if your feet are strange but I care that you worry I care, so stop and take off them shoes."
Hank sits shocked for a moment or two before reaching down to do as his grandfather asks but his shoes disappear as he unties the laces. Sitting back up he takes his pole and casts his own line with a smile as the cool lake water eases his cramped feet.
"So how's life treating you son? Are you happy?"
"I am...mostly. I'm working for the CIA now, helping to protect America. I like my work. A friend of mine is missing though and I'm really worried about him, worried he's hurt or worse."
"Give it time and you'll find him. You meet any girls yet?"
Hank sighs in contentment. "Well, there's this girl named Raven I like a lot but I'm not sure if she likes me or is just being friendly. She's like me, a mutant, though her abilities are different."
"Woman can be hard to understand," his grandfather says with a nod and a smile. "Has she asked you to do anything for her or go anywhere fun?"
"We aren't really at a place with fun things to do. Plus we only just met."
"Alright. Well, keep this in mind. It's been my experience if a woman likes a fellow, she will ask a guy to do something special for her or will keep seeking out the fellow to spend time with. Keep your eyes open and don't be afraid to ask her for help or to go have fun cause if her mind's not made up, asking can do that for you."
"Okay. Thanks Grandpa." Hank replies and they sit in silence for a while that fades to darkness.
