Pitfall Harry Posted May 14, 2003 Author Share Posted May 14, 2003 Giving the dial a few quick turns, Harry Jr. pulled down on the latch and flung open the door. Anna watched wordlessley, her arms crossed, while Harry withdrew eight bars of gold from his father's safe and piled them into the wooden crate at his feet. "Now if I wasn't in shape, do you think I'd be able to do this?" Harry planted his feet, bent at the waist and firmly gripped the slatted sides of the wooden crate. He strained and he groaned. The tendons in his neck stood out like steel cords and his face turned an unholy shade of burgandy. Slowly, slowly his burden lifted from the floor. Anna laughed. Harry's load fell to the floor with a thunderous boom. "Oh?" he said, panting. I suppose the powerful Ms. Graham can lift this too? Anna gave him a gentle pat on the shoulder in answer. Then she withdrew another four bars of gold from the safe and added them to Harry's crate. Now it was Harry's turn to laugh. Anna gave him an imperious look and waved him to step back. "I don't want you getting hurt now," she smirked. Harry stepped backward dutifully then rolled his eyes. Anna squatted before the crate and gripped it firmly. She took a couple of deep breaths and let them out slowly. Within seconds, a dozen gold bars rose effortlessly from the floor. Harry nearly fell over. "How did you do that!?" "The secret," she said, "is in the knees." Ben Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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