This year I am working on a story called Bob vs. The Alien Slug Monsters. Instead of an outline I have a basic list of plot points I want to cover between meeting Bob and sending him off to fight the king of the slugs. There is more of a cast of characters than an actual outline, so we will see how the story develops. And with that intro we continue with Bob Versus the Alien Slug Monsters…
Day 9: He frowned as he realized any damage to the bridge would prevent that.
He frowned as he realized any damage to the bridge would prevent that. ‘So no pizza,’ he thought as he slipped off his shoe, leaving them by the door. Bob wiggled his toes. ‘No take out of any sort really,’ he added thinking through the places that would deliver to this little neighborhood outpost. All of them would need to cross the bridge. If they had to go the long way they would consider his house out of range. Bob padded across his living room in his socked feet. He crossed the space and entered the small kitchen. He opened the fridge. The pickings were slim.
‘If I had been thinking I would have stopped for groceries on the way home,’ he thought. But as always Friday evening did not bring such thoughts. They almost always included thoughts of take out and of escaping work for a few days. Which is why he always had to leave on Saturday for groceries. He closed the fridge door and without much hope opened the freezer.
His heart leapt at the sight of the frozen pizza. There had been a sale the week before and he added it to the cart. Bob smiled, feeling slightly smug about his accidental foresight and took the pizza out of the freezer. He checked the temperature and set the over to the right one. As the oven warmed to the appropriate temperature he picked up a knife and slit open the plastic surrounding the frozen pizza. He slipped the now free pizza onto the metal tray he kept for such things and left it on the counter to await the oven.
Feling like he finally had the night in hand, Bob left the kitchen and went to the bedroom. By the time the oven signaled it’s readiness tp turn the frozen pizza into dinner, Bob managed to shuck his office clothes and put on a loose t-shirt and jeans. He also had fresh socks that hadn’t been pressed against his feet by his shoes.
Bob returned to the kitchen to put the pizza in the oven. ‘Why do fresh socks just make everything better?’ he thought wiggling his toes.
He left the over to work it’s magic and went into the living room. His living room held the couch an the television along with several gaming systems. He looked at them and then thought of the pizza. He knew if he got puttled into one of the games he would lose track of time and the pizza would burn, depriving him of dinner.
‘Best to wait until after I eat,’ he decided. Bob left the gaming consoles alone and instead bounced through various streaming sites looking for something to watch. Despite the many options, there wasn’t a lot that held his interest. ‘Just something for dinner,’ he told himself.
He clicked on a show that was on his watch list. Several of his co workers had been talking about it for a while and he thought it sounded like it might be interesting enough to try. “I guess tonight is your night,” he told it as he pressed the buttons needed. Bob propped his feet on the small coffee table as it began to play.
By the time the oven dinged, he was starting to get into the show, finding it more interesting than he expected. He paused, retrieved his pizza and made certain the oven was off. He cut the slices and took the whole pizza to the coffee table. He set it down and went back to the fridge for a drink.
Ten til Midnight 