Just for fun, a short story where every line starts with the next letter of the alphabet—running all the way from A to Z.
Another day, and a brand-new adventure was about to begin.
Bustling crowds swept through the town, cheering and singing.
Cars weaved around them, honking horns, going nowhere fast—even slower with every honk.
Dog walkers waved their poop-scoops at the impatient drivers, slowing down the whole procession.
Every single person had turned up on the recommendation of somebody else.
Friends, family and strangers, all sharing the news.
Great events rarely happened in the small desolate seaside town, so nobody wanted to miss it.
Hard-knock youths mingled with young families and elderly people, equally welcomed by the community.
Island folk even turned up on boats.
Just because they live a few miles out, didn’t make them outsiders on days like that.
Kids wouldn’t understand what was going on, but they copied their parents.
Leading the procession, a group of women clapped their hands.
Martin Sheen stood outside the new amusement arcade, scissors in his hand.
Normally these establishments were closing down, but massive regeneration had started.
Opening the first of many new venues, Martin looked shocked at the size of the crowd.
People came at him from every direction.
Quaint-village-dwellers, joined in, as welcome as everybody else, pleased to be part of the special day.
Reaching their destination, the crowds circled Martin.
Speaking as loud as he could, he announced the opening and cut the ribbon.
Taking a step aside, he allowed people to flood inside.
Up above, a news-reporter took pictures from a helicopter, flying low.
Violent downdraft messed up peoples’ hair, but didn’t deter them.
Women and men held their children close, not wanting to get separated as they entered the busy arcade.
Xeroxed leaflets were handed out, advertising six new venues, all opening within the next few days.
Yesteryears were coming back at last.
Zest for life conquered apathy, finally after twenty very long years.