Ory and the Big O
So this is today’s Friday flash, inspired from the letter O. It’s not quite what I intended. The letter is O and the only thing I could think of is Big O. Wikipedia has an article on it.
Ory saw the mailman first, dragging the mail cart behind him. Ory listened, still and quiet in front of the door, to the scratches as the mailman opened the mailbox. The mailbox lid was loud as he snapped it shut.
Only then did he ring the doorbell.
Grinning, Ory yanked open the door. The mailman held a brown box before him. Green tape sealed the sides. The word BIG O was stamped all over in the box in a lurid, eye-searing pinks and yellows.
He signed for it, snatched it into his arms, slammed the door shut and sprinted with it into his room. Ory laid it gently on his bright green pillow. His red O scissors made quick work of the tape.
While fluffy foam nuggets spilled out of the box. He reached in and dumped handfuls on the floor. More handfuls. Two more handfuls.
Finally, he dug out the matching t-short, shorts and lanyard. He held up the shirt in front of him in the mirror. It was green, with a pink and yellow BIG O in the middle.
He thought: Finally ready for Big O camp! Finally!