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 14: Enid retrieved her purse from the house and soon all three of them, with an excited Genghis were sitting in Bob’s car.
Enid retrieved her purse from the house and soon all three of them, with an excited Genghis were sitting in Bob’s car. This was not the first time Bob had taken Enid shopping. Mostly she relied on a network of friends and fellow church members to help her get where she needed to go, but occasionally her network had an unexpected gap. Bob didn’t mind as she was always amusing company.
He was however always surprised that no one ever seemed to mind Genghis. No one questioned his presence and as much as he barked and bounced in the neighborhood, the small dog was always silent and still for most of the trip through town. He knew when they reached the diner, A glance would be given the small dog but when they sat, he would go under the table and sit quietly at Enid’s feet until it was time to leave. He wouldn’t make a sound and when they got up to leave it would often surprise others who forgot he was actually there.
More noticeable was Eddie. He received more glances than Genghis did. It didn’t help that he wore a long over coat most days and that the pockets always bulged suspiciously. Centerville was a large enough town where everyone did not know everyone else. However it was small enough that everyone knew Eddie and his penchant for explosives.
Everyone fastened their seatbelts and Genghis took his seat on Enid’s lap. She cranked the window down a scant quarter inch.
“Just enough for him to smell, not enough for him to wiggle through.” She explained, as she always did. “A little treat for his doggie senses. I can’t open it too far or he will wiggle through. You’d be amazed at how thin a space he can actually get through.
“That’s because he is all hair,” Eddie said from the back seat.
Genghis turned from the window and fixed his beady little eyes on Eddie. “And a tiny little walnut brain,” Eddie added. Genghis barked once at him and Eddie stuck his tongue out at the little dog.
Enid stroked Genghis’s admittedly abundant fur. “You don’t listen to him,” Enid said. “He’s the one who thinks he blew up the bridge with his mind powers because he can’t remember where he put the explosives.”
Genghis turned to the window, dismissing Eddie and sniffing the air as Bob backed out of the drive.
“I just said it would be cool if I could make my dreams a reality,” Eddie said. “And I know exactly where I put the explosives. It was no where near the center of the bridge.”
“And yet the bridge fell,” Enid replied.
“That wasn’t me.”
“So someone else came in the middle of the night and dropped a bomb on our bridge?” Enid asked. “Did they just see how much fun you were having and thought, well I’ll give that a try? Or maybe,” Enid continued. “Just maybe they thought you had a legitimate reason for blowing up the bridge and thought you were so inept they had to help you out.”
“I’m not inept,” Eddie replied.
The two bickered as Bob took them through the former subdivision. The trees were thick and lush and only a few mailboxes remained to show where house were. It was like driving through a forest with an oddly well-planned set of streets.
Ten til Midnight 