A micro story

All the big fans were accounted for, he had put the last one in the shed and taken a quick inventory before he walked out and locked the door.  He dreaded to think of the electric bill, but there was no help for it.  This had to be done.

It was a nice sunny afternoon; the last of the seasonal rains were well past.  He walked back and looked over the site, the pond was as dry as he could expect.  He opened the door to the truck.  “That’s the last one”, he said.  “It’s time to go now”.