Alphabet Soup.

Something a little lighter for the nice readers, yes? Yes...
I am, in no way, suggesting that this story is at all exceptional or attention grabbing, or even the least bit interesting...but it was fun to write. The parameters: Write a 26 sentence story where each sentence starts with a letter of the alphabet in order from A to Z, and kill off your main character.

Albert Bevo.

Born and raised in Austin Texas.

Could he ride the bull?

Darn tootin, he could.

Every morning from 6am to 11pm he was out there practicing; ridin until he couldn’t feel his body from the waist down.

Fame and fortune was all he wanted and he would practice until he was the best there ever was.

Gambling with his life was something he’d grown used to over the years and he didn’t know if he could ever do anything different…until Mary Beth.

He was riding the bull one day when, on second 7, his eyes caught those of his rodeo angel.

In a white skirt and cowgirl boots, with her hair done up all purdy and red lipstick plastered all over her lips, she was the juiciest thing he’d ever seen.

Just as he was about to make it into the qualifying round of his first big-time rodeo, he flew off that bull at second 7.

Kind and generous, warm and inviting; he knew Mary Beth was the best thing to ever happen to him.

Lord knew he loved ridin that bull, but something about this cowgirl princess had him whipped like a track dog.

Many a night the two topics would battle it out in his mind for the last thought before sleep overtook him, but when he awoke in the morning he could never recall which had won.

No two things could ever matter more to anyone.

One day, though, his Mary Beth dropped some bad news on his cowboy head.

“Pregnant”, she said.

“Quit that rodeo-ing and help me care for God’s gift to us.”

Rodeo was his first true love and reality struck Albert in the face at that moment.

Simply choosing to quit ridin those bulls was, well…not so simple.

Thoughts troubled him for minutes and hours and days and weeks and months until, finally, Mary Beth said she was leaving if he didn’t quit the rodeo.

Unbelievable, unthinkable, unimaginable; unexpectedly, Albert’s life was torn apart.

Volatile in her pregnant state, Mary Beth knew Albert would never choose her over his real passion for those 8 seconds, so she picked up her bags and left him to his livestock.

Without her in his life, Albert was crushed and empty.

Xanthic visions of her hair danced across his eyes every time he let them close; he never thought he could miss a woman as bad as he missed his Mary Beth.

Yesterday was his last rodeo.

Zealously he took that rope in his right hand, raised his left, and rode until the hooves met his throat.


...Alphabet soup!!!! :D