This is an ongoing story that is continued each day using the Daily Spur’s word prompt. Todays word is: Factory. The previously written parts run below the new addition so that, in the end, it will be a completed short story. Backwards.
I’m also adding my own illustrations to make things seem more colorful.
I hope you find the story and images entertaining!
Bob was enjoying the attention, but he was having difficulty seeing the faces of his admirers since he’d lost his glasses in the confusion. It wasn’t until he heard the room gasp that he noticed a striking figure at the back of the room. There he was. His nemesis. Bob recognized him immediately, dressed in his old familiar garb, looking like old Willie from the Chocolate Factory had just stepped down from the stage and was now basking in the audience’s cheers for an encore performance.
“I believe these are yours,” he said with a straight face, holding Bob’s glasses in the air.
The crowd applauded, not just for the woman but for Bob as well. He had gone unrecognized until the wine debacle caused every eye in the room to gaze upon him. He had removed his dampened jacket, revealing a colorful football jersey. His face displayed the signs of a life well lived, and his balding head was covered with a handsome newsboy cap. His firm and muscular body, the one that had taken the team to the championship years ago, revealed his true identity… the town’s former star quarterback.
She made a grand entrance, as usual, causing quite the disturbance. Bob’s glasses fogged up, causing him to bump shoulders with the maître d’ as he rose to greet her. His wine glass soared through the air, spinning end over end as the crimson liquid showered down onto the patrons below. Finally, it hit the checkered tile floor in front of her, shattering into a million pieces.
Unfazed, she strutted her way across the debris and onto the stage…
“Good evening,” she said as the microphone reached her lips, “this one’s for you Bob.”
“Good morning starshine the earth says hello.” 🌞🎩 🦯
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