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 13: Eddie looked down the embankment.
Eddie looked down the embankment. “You don’t think I bombed the bridge in my dreams do you?” He asked.
Bob looked at him certain he was joking. Instead he had a hopeful expression on his face. “Somehow I don’t think so,” Bob replied.
Eddie’s face fell. He sighed heavily and shook his head. “I suppose not,” he said. “It would be a nice super power to have though.”
“You want to have your dreams come to life in the real world?” Enid asked. She shook her head and clacked her tongue. Genghis snorted and shook his head, the tags on his collar jangling wildly. “I’d hate to have that, just think of all the mayhem it would cause.”
“It would be cool,” Eddie argued. “To dream of something exploding and then to wake up and find it did.”
“And you can control your dreams then?” Enid asked. “You can make sure that you would only explode things you wanted to blow up and not blow up anything else? Or would you have a dream about something exploding that you didn’t want to explode only to wake up and find it did?”
“Like what?” Eddie asked.
“Like your own house,” Enid replied. What if you dreams a bomb fell on your house and it exploded in the night?”
Eddie scratched his head. “Well,” he said after a moment of thought. “If that happened I don’t suppose I’d actually wake up and know about it. I can’t be upset about what I don’t know.”
Bob shook his head. “Eddie’s dreams aside, unless he did somehow gain that power in the night,” Bob said. “Something happened to the bridge.”
All three of them looked at the fallen bridge in silence for a moment. Then Bob’s stomach rumbled and broke the silence. “I was going to get breakfast at the diner and then get my shopping done,” he explained.
“Is there any way I can join you?” Enid asked. With this bridge out everyone will have to go the long way around to visit and getting them to take me shopping might be a chore.”
“Sure,” Bob said knowing Enid didn’t drive.
“Do you mind if I tag along too?” Eddie asked. “I’m running a bit low on supplies and can’t say I’d mind one of the diners giant omelets.”
“Should have thought of that before you blew up the bridge with your mind powers,” Enid said.
“Sure,” Bob said, resigning himself to leading a group field trip. With the bridge out and who knew when it might be repaired he suspected there would be mass grocery shopping routinely for a while. Enid could no longer drive and Eddie always had something going on with his car. Bob had never actually seen Eddie’s car running or Eddie actually working on it, even though he always claimed to be waiting for a part. Enid mentioned to him once that Eddie not driving was for everyone’s benefit. She didn’t elaborate and Bob didn’t ask.
He suspected it had something to do with Eddie’s special blend.
Enid retrieved her purse from the house and soon all three of them, with an excited Genghis were sitting in Bob’s car.
Ten til Midnight 