It began as a gentle night with the dark clouds caressing the tops of trees and buildings. There was no moon or stars but blinking yellow hazard lights lit the sinkhole in after-images of oranges and reds. Street lamps left pools of soft half-formed cars and shrubbery formed in the mists. Black defined the sinkhole, an inkwell of black, a vortex of ravens' wings swirling down into the earth. Rookie patrolman Colton Hollenbach stood guard, contemplating the adventure of diving in the sinkhole.
"Damn that's deeper than it looks in the newspaper," Asher said. Colton jumped and clutched his chest. Asher could see the vein in Colton's neck thumping with fear. He felt stupid for scaring him, too cheap a thrill.
"Where did you come from?"
"Sorry Dude. Did it flash again?" Asher wore a wet suit under cargo pants.
"Only seems to do it after midnight. Anyone else here?"
"Wowona gets off duty when Tank and the twins stop working."
"Tough Lady, she makes the Chief's balls shrivel." Colton put his hands over his manhood and winced in mock pain.
"The twins, not so much." Asher pumped his closed fist at his crotch and stroked, mocking his friends.
"What did the cards say? Exploring the sinkhole a good thing?"
"Sinkhole, stinkhole," Asher replied. "The cards said dick about it. But wait'll I tell you what they said about exploring the twins."
Opening: Dave F......Continuation: Wilkins MacQueen