Rhod's Rod

It was a simple rod about two feet long with a ball-tip at one end, and a flanged base at the other. Rhod couldn't identify what it was made of; it had a silvery bronze color but was warm and even a little soft to the touch, strange.

He found it in that abandoned lot he walked passed on his daily stroll. "A walk a day is what really keeps the doctor away," was his favorite sayings after all. But this he'd never seen before. Could it be an industrial prototype? or an alien artifact?

He turned it over in his hands but got no more answers. Maybe it wasn't the best idea to be holding it like this. This strange material could be toxic, or giving off some kind of radiation, and while he was quite a ways from having to worry about arthritis, it never hurt to be the early bird when it comes to your health. So Rhod did the only logical thing and shoved the unknown shaft down his pants. It looked a little weird. There was a bulge like he had some sort 2-foot trouser snake, but it couldn't be helped.

Handling of the strange rod taken care of, Rhod decided to keep walking.