28: New Hand
“The sun will come out… tomorrow.”~ Little Orphan Annie
Frank was already walking into the lake when the sirens pulled up around the house, following his own tire tracks. That story of Roco killing himself would never hold up under any kind of investigation, but considering how he could inhale the water through his nose and be as fine with it as if he was on a respirator, Frank felt like he didn’t need it to. The fisherman walked down along the murky bottom, weighed down by his clothes, and unable to see his own hands, he still found the enormous metallic bulk of his car resting in its new home. That meant he’d be right about… With a great kick, Frank launched himself up off the floor and swam faster than he knew he could. Where the hell are?- There. His outstretched hand fi
