by Alex in Toulouse
Mon Mar 13th, 2006 at 04:37:50 PM EST
Bahhh what the hell, I thought I'd just write another short chapter so I can get this over with (I don't know how professional writers do it, I can barely manage).
Remember Bob - Prologue
Remember Bob - Chapter 1
As morning came, his almighty Plan was all set to start.
Bob left his flat with a monstruous smile on his face, holding a didgeridoo. On his way out of the building, he beamed his abominable smile at the caretaker who was sweeping the hallway's floor. She naturally hadn't seen him, as she turned around and smacked him in the thighs with her mop. "Sorry I hadn't seen you there, Mr Ba? umm, Mr Bi - Bo?, oh well, gotta get to work now". Staring icily at her exposed back, the following chilly statement crept into Bob's mind: "I'll deal with you later, Carmen, Rosalita or whatever your name is. I will deal with you, you'll see. Just you wait and see". Bob couldn't afford to waste any time today, he had to stick to the Plan.
And so out he went, with his didgeridoo flung over his shoulder, and obvious determination on his face. He stopped right outside his building, looked up at the sky, and shook one clenched fist at the clouds above ... which to anyone watching would have been considered a considerably weird thing to do. But knowing that this is Bob we're talking about, passers-by would have merely thought they maybe saw someone doing something over there or something. They would have indeed, but only if they had noticed him, that is. Bob seemed disappointed at the passivity that the clouds displayed in response to his defiant signal. "I'll get you", he hissed.
Bob's first destination would be the Beepo Sports Complex. He had a decade of childhood humiliation to settle there. He flagged down a cab, which ignored him and drove on. "I'll get you, cab driver B3434-XX-75, you know I'll get you" exasperatingly thought Bob, again, as he set off to walk towards the complex, which was reasonably close on foot.
He arrived at the complex a while later, and paused outside to take his breath and try to look dignified and composed. These finer details were very important to him. When he was confident that all was in place, Bob walked in.
He walked towards the center of the main hall, where dozens of parents, instructors and kids were going about their business of ignoring him. He seized his didgeridoo, lifted it to his lips, and blew a quick series of short, loud notes. The notes had a distinct background metallic tingle to them.