There’s really nothing to say. I wasn't hurt. I didn't get dirty. I broke no laws. I wasn't back late. No one called the Emergency Services. There was no trespass. I wasn't trapped. The crack of the farmer's shotgun was entirely absent. No one had to restrain any dogs. No police officer asked for details. Nor did he tell anyone to calm down. And the batteries lasted fine.
All I did was find a nuclear bunker, unlocked, and go exploring.
© Carlton Reeve 2008
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