EGADS! Are you guys realizing what I'm realizing as I slowly uncover this story from the depths of the My Documents folder? ((dusts the story off)) It ain't that old, okay? Point is...you guessed it. This story is nearing (but not yet at)...
The end.
"So…I guess the factory's closed then, huh?"
"Second time around. Probably last."
George Barnes bit his lips and covered his face with his hands. "Oh my god," he muttered. "This is really, really getting to me."
The man standing beside George patted his shoulder comfortingly. "It's okay. If anything, this town will be more peaceful…one less person to worry about."
George looked up at the man with an incredulous look. "Who are you?"
"Just a concerned citizen." He adjusted the overly large sunglasses that nearly covered half his face. "I guess since he's gone, there won't be any more candy, eh?"
George blinked. "Him?"
The man looked at him. "Yes. Wonka. Willy…the one who died."
George stood up straight. "Willy wasn't the one who died, sir."
There was a very large silence, and the slight smirk on the other man's face dropped right off his face and crashed on the floor. "I beg your pardon?"
"Lilly was the one who died…."
The man turned very, very pale. "Oh?"
"Yes."
For a second, George thought the man was going to throw up. "I should go…." He left quickly, not looking back at the store.
Once Curtis's feet hit the sidewalk outside, he threw the sunglasses off his face and strode very quickly towards the factory….
But he stopped in his tracks.
His sister was gone.
Why was he even going to the factory? A mistake had been made…and the mistake was perhaps unforgivable…so there probably was a reason to be heading towards the factory….
He broke into a sprint.
((Plays Old Western music in the background))