Story of Bob

17

Finally, my life was a paradise. The thought of reuniting with my family manifested into reality, thanks to my son, Eddie.

To strengthen the bond of my family, my wife, children and I we had a special dinner.

The aromas of the food were diverse and unique from sweets to freshly roasted meats. Glasses of unique drinks lay in a row before the family who were ready to make a toast.

As for my pet lizard, it stood on my left shoulder, peering at my appetising food with envy with his eyes gleaming emerald green.

'Want a slice of steak?', I asked my pet lizard, knowing that he was eyeing my food.

I lifted up my arm, stabbed and cut a slice of my steak and fed one to him.

'Tonight we celebrate the release of the breadwinner of this house, Bob!', Eddie announced.

'YEAAAAHHHHHH!!!', the male young adult cried, raising his cup of wine in the air.

As for the light blue clad girl, she clapped her hands and her eyes glinted with joy.

Mom smiled faintly, glad that her beloved husband, Bob had returned.

'Thank you, Eddie', I said.

'A toast to the breadwinner of the house!', Eddie cried.

Arms rose into the air, holding their glasses and they clanged against each other.

Outside the house, all things related to nature calmed down and the whole neighbourhood celebrated the return of the grand genius who had the intelligence of scientists of the past.

From ten pm to midnight, noise ruled the air.  At midnight this happened: The media presented the iconic return of Bob.

In prison, the prisoners were overly excited after getting the news by newspaper while the wardens are enraged and began attacking Diane the manager of the prison under the leadership of one person: the single armed prison warden who overheard the conversation and sincerely and passionately despised Bob. Winston on the other hand was weeping with tears of joy as he read the newspaper in the kitchen as he was making a meal for the prisoners.

The world  governments indignant of Bob's return and immediately placed his name amongst the top world criminals for one reason: committing genocide through the creation of a deadly virus which currently is incurable and worst is this: none of the medicines which Bob created to combat the virus succeeded in destroying it.

Finally, the party ended all life and routines reverted to its ways the next day.

The next day was Sunday. The morning was bright and sunny. The grass was fresh and full of life. Birds of all kinds took to the atmosphere minding their own businesses. People were brushing, bathing and  having breakfast, preparing to either work, play or go for prayers.

As for me, Bob, I chose to check out my personal lab. With a calm mind I pressed the buttons, inputting the password and then steam gushing from the bottom of the automatic doors. Then a loud DING!