Archie McLeod was speechless. He could see now why his granddaughter loved her job. When they got back to Spokane, Archie went to his room and quickly called his old friend, Dick Morehouse…
“I’d seen some big ones in my time, but this one…this one was huge!”
“Come on, Archie. Nothing’s as big as old Herb.”
“You’ve gotta see this. I already put pictures on-line. Go check it out. Hell, Dick, you really have to see for yourself. Wish you could come here. Don’t you owe your son a visit? He lives in Seattle, doesn’t he?”
“You’re an idiot, Arch. I can’t just drop everything and go there just to see this thing.”
“Drop what, you miserable old fart? You’re retired. Drop your dog off at Missy’s. After all the years you and I spent with old Herb, you have to see this one.”
“Have you lost your frontal lobe there? I have your cat here, too. Missy’s allergic to cats…”
“Just take Stinker to that pet country club place on River. Simple as that.”
“I’ll call you back. Don’t hold your breath, but I’ll see.”
Archie talked with his granddaughter. Dick never did call his son so when Deb called and asked him to come for a visit he didn’t hesitate to accept. When his plane landed in Spokane the next day, Archie and Deb were there to meet him. They went straight to the place Deb visited a few times each week as part of her job. Deb found it hard to believe that Dick hadn’t been there after all the times he came to Washington to visit his son. She knew darn well that Dick and her grandfather knew all the facts and figures about it. After all, that’s what each did for a living. She was influenced by her grandfather into going into the same thing.
They were just coming over the rise where you could see it in the distance. Dick stuck his head between the front seats, mumbled, then let out a whoop and whistled–the kind of whistle you make when you’re standing on the sidewalk looking up at the Empire State Building. Except this deserved its own whistle. It was Brobdingnagian. It was the largest in the United States. The shame of it was that many Americans never even heard of it. Everyone heard of the one on the border between Nevada and Arizona. Her grandfather and Dick called it “old Herb”, Hoover Dam. But the Grand Coulee Dam on the Columbia River out-shined Hoover.
When they finally arrived and stood staring at the massive structure, Dick had to agree it was humongous. Before the Three Gorges River Dam was built recently, the Grand Coulee was the largest concrete structure ever built–in the world. The two retired civil engineers and the young civil engineer, Deb, looked at each other and smiled. Deb took them on a tour of the dam. You would’ve thought they died and went to heaven.
Flash Fiction Challenge #24 at Thain in Vain
Prompt: “I’d seen some big ones in my time, but this one…this one was huge.”:
Word Count: 500
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FYI: Brobdingnagian means gigantic, giant. This is taken from the imaginary land of giants, Brobdingnag, from the book Gulliver’s Travels by Jonathan Swift.
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