Morning all. I hope everyone had a fabulous weekend. Are you ready to get those brains woken up and ready to face the week? Me neither, but it is Monday so it looks like the week will begin anyway. So set those timers and lets see what shakes out with today’s prompt.
It took me a while to get into this. Now I kind of want to know what the gadget does and what sot of storage space this actually is. It feels like there are several ways I could take the tale.
Monday, June 17th: Someone passed through here recently.
Someone passed through here recently. The air smelled, different. While I couldn’t clearly identify a perfume or cologne, or even a scented body wash, I could smell something. It was the subtle shifting of something unusual.
Everything in this room had been in place so long it had developed a single solitary scent. Everything in here smelled like this room. If I were to take it elsewhere it would bring the scent of this room elsewhere. After so much time here, I was beginning to smell like this room. It troubled me sometimes. Now, it served as an alert system. Whoever passed through here was not a regular visitor and did not carry the scent of the space.
It was not a place anyone would pass through. It was off the main pathway and set in a half forgotten area of the building complex. Half of the time I was certain I was the only person who even remembered this room existed. If someone was here then it wasn’t an accident. The corridors would not naturally take anyone in this direction.
I stopped in the middle of the room. The multitude of items meant that searching each section would take hours, if not days. However I had been spending a lot of time here recently, so I decided to take a different approach. I slowly turned, letting my eyes scan the various objects in them. I wasn’t looking for anything specific, just a general, feels out of place.
I found it as my eyes passed the shelving unit to my right. I focused my attention there, dismissing the rest of the room for the moment. I walked over. At first nothing looked different. It was the same random collection of obsolete prototypes and first generation gadgetry that was stored here when no one needed it or when better versions were created. The space was well dusted so I knew looking for fingerprints would be useless. There would be none.
‘I suppose I could dust for fingerprints if I need,’ I told myself. It was a thought born of watching too many detective shows on television than any real experience. I was no detective, amateur or not. I just wanted to know why someone else was in one of the storage areas under my watch. As I was debating the merits of actually using some sort of dust to show up fingerprints, saw one item slightly shifted on the shelf.
It was the only thing even slightly out of place and looking at it, I could tell it was what caught my attention with my something off scan. I had no idea what the gadget did. I did know that the tp part that looked like a miniature silver air horn always faced to the front. It was lined up with the blow horn part facing directly into the open space between the shelves.
Now it was tilted thirty degrees to the left.
I looked at the rest of the shelf. Nothing was out of place and a quick search revealed nothing else in the room felt off. So I took down the numbers and letters from the identification tag and went in search of details. If I could find out what the gadget did, I might find out who moved it.
Ten til Midnight 