Mercuri
“Hey Nate. How’s life?”
--starter--
It was a sunny Thursday afternoon and Rusty was outside in the front yard of his home fixing an old scooter of his that he planned to sell later on. An array of tools lay across the grass, ranging from different sized screwdrivers to tiny bolts. The scooter was one from his childhood, though he didn't use it very often. For some time, it sat rotting away in his parent's basement, never seeing the light of day again.
As of recently, Rusty had been getting more and more into the habit of fixing things, even going as far as to take apart something that was completely fine just to put it back together again. He wanted a way to make some money before getting his own job, so what a better way than to fix and sell things that he and his family no longer used?
Letting out a tired sigh, Rusty sat back on the grass and looked over the scooter. It was just about fixed, only needing a few more screws here and there. A smile grew on his face, the kelpie proud of his work.
It was a sunny Thursday afternoon and Rusty was outside in the front yard of his home fixing an old scooter of his that he planned to sell later on. An array of tools lay across the grass, ranging from different sized screwdrivers to tiny bolts. The scooter was one from his childhood, though he didn't use it very often. For some time, it sat rotting away in his parent's basement, never seeing the light of day again.
As of recently, Rusty had been getting more and more into the habit of fixing things, even going as far as to take apart something that was completely fine just to put it back together again. He wanted a way to make some money before getting his own job, so what a better way than to fix and sell things that he and his family no longer used?
Letting out a tired sigh, Rusty sat back on the grass and looked over the scooter. It was just about fixed, only needing a few more screws here and there. A smile grew on his face, the kelpie proud of his work.