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 12: They would have to get closer to see any damage.
They would have to get closer to see any damage. Bob and Enid walked towards the bridge. Genghis sniffed the air and barked. He began bouncing as thought trying to see further than his normal doggie perspective would allow. As they approached Bob could see the damage to the bridge was significant.
“Oh my,” Enid said. “Eddie’s certainly done it this time.”
Bob could only nod. The posts on their side of the bridge remained and the posts on the other side of the bridge remained. The actual bridge between them was gone. Bob walked over and saw the rest of the bridge collapsed downward. If he squinted he could see the creek running below. It was a good sizty foot drop down to the water and he soon backed away from the edge.
Bob frowned at the sight. He thought about the explosion he heard the day before. There was a lot of dirt thrown up in the air and smoke. There was a loud bang, but it didn’t seem like enough for this sort of destruction.
“I didn’t think his explosion caused that much damage,” Bob said as he walked back to Enid.
“It didn’t.”
Both Bob and Enid turned to see Eddie coming out of the woods by the side of the road. Eddie pointed to a bare spot in the earth a few feet away from the bridge. “That was my explosion. I was aiming for the shed over there,” he pointed to the woods and Bob looked. He could just make out the rood line of what was once some sort of shed. It was leaning to the side and looked like it was rapidly losing a fight with gravity.
“I thought you broke the bridge,” Enid said.
Eddie shrugged. “I was aiming for the shed, but I missed slightly and it rolled down the hill to the flat spot. I thought I might have damaged the support structure.”
All three of them turned to look at the fallen bridge. Even Genghis grew quiet and seemed to contemplate the bridge.
“My explosive wouldn’t have done that,” Eddie said. “At best there would need to be a bit of enforcement to the embankment on this side.”
Bob turned and walked back to the edge. He placed a hand on the post on their side of the bridge. He tried wiggling it, but it was solid. He held onto it and again peered over the edge. The embankment on their side looked fine. It looked to Bob like something heavy had been dropped in the center and the bridge cracked down the middle. He was reminded of the planks people used to break with a Karate Chop. He had only seen it done on television and when younger thought it was the coolest trick ever. The one time he tried it in his back yard he broke three bones in his hand.
The bridge looked like it had been karate chopped by an expert cosmic hand. It didn’t look like it crumbled because Eddie damaged the embankment.
“What could have happened?” Bob asked. The question wasn’t aimed at anyone in particular. That didn’t stop Eddie.
“Probably one of the bombs that went off last night,” Eddie told him. “They were going off like gangbusters in the night. At least I think they were.”
“You think they were?” Bob asked.
“Well,” Eddie said after a moment of thought. “After my little mishap yesterday, I may have consoled myself with a glass or two of my special blend.” He grinned sheepishly. “I slept pretty hard. I dreamed that bombs were going off though.” Eddie looked down the embankment.
Ten til Midnight 