“How long do you think he’d lain unconscious in that gully?” Elaine Allred gripped the shoulder of their guide Bill Davis as he pulled her husband’s limp form into the wrecked fuselage of the seventy year old B24 Liberator.
“Probably most of the day. Good thing we found him before nightfall. Next time, you talk some sense into Toby and don’t go letting him wander off alone. These mountains above Rawson Lake are dangerous.”
“Do you think he’ll be alright?” She helped Davis ease Toby down on the floor of the aircraft near the cockpit.
“I think I know what will help.”
“My people have known the secret of your Granddaddy’s plane for two generations but we kept it to ourselves. It was my brother, who went off to college in British Columbia who finally figured out what it does.” He used a wicked looking knife to cut off Toby’s right boot, the ankle having swollen too tight to simply remove it. Then he reached in his pack and took out the alien technology.
“It doesn’t look like much, does it?” Elaine stared at the swirling gold and crimson lights within the baseball-sized globe.
“Looks aren’t everything,” replied the Cree guide. “Lift his foot up gently by the heel.”
Toby winced and his forehead glistened with sweat, but he was still out.
“We were pretty sure this was a healing device, even before we tested it. Tried it on my seven-year-old niece who was diagnosed with leukemia a few years back. Docs called it a miracle and she’s as strong as a horse today.”
The strange lights emanated out of the sphere onto the injured man’s leg as Davis manipulated tiny controls at the device’s base.
“The swelling. It’s going down. I can’t believe it.”
“Believe what, Elaine,” Toby muttered.
She went to hug him but the guide warned her off. “Not yet. I’m just about finished here.”
“What do you think happened, Allred. You went off on your own while your wife and I were securing the device and fell down into a ravine, breaking your ankle and knocking yourself for a loop.” He voice carried an angry tone, but his face seemed so passive.
“That thing. You say it fixed my ankle?”
“Brother, you’re going to be strolling down any lane in Calgary with your wife like you were never hurt. Good thing too, since it’s a long hike back to our rigs at Upper Kananaskis Lake.”
As Bill deactivated the mysterious alien technology that had been hidden in the World War Two bomber for over seven decades, Elaine held her husband in her arms. “You’re going to be the most famous doctor on the planet, Toby.”
“Assuming the government lets you keep this thing,” Bill shot back.
“It was my grandfather who discovered it. Maybe he was going to give it to the military, but it’s mine now, and I’ve giving it to my husband.”
“We’ll see, Ma’am. We’ll see.
I wrote this for the Saturday Mix – Double Take Challenge for 4 August 2018. The idea is to take two sets of homophones and use them to craft a poem, short story, or other creative work. They are:
heal – to cure of disease
heel – hind part of foot
he’ll – contraction of “he will”
lain – past tense of lay
lane – narrow road
I bolded the words in my story to make them easier for the reader to pick out.