The Trophy Room

Frank Donovan smiled as he looked into the blue eyes of Alexandria “Alex” Northrop. The skinny brunette simply stared back, offering no response, having done the same for the last 35 years. That was when her secret admirer Frank Donovan, then only 18, had frozen her in time. The 19 year old had been the first Member of a collection of frozen women acquired over a 35 year period.

“Hey Alex”, Frank said to the frozen girl like he always did when visiting his collection. “How are you keeping down the fort”, He asked as he patted the girl on the shoulder. Alex did not respond, simply staring into space like she always did. She was dressed in a short mini dress with matching heels that she would have never worn in real life. Frank had changed her outfit several times over the years, this just being the latest.

Stepping past his first, Frank enters the room proper. It was a 25’ by 20’ room, with glass cabinets lining the walls in 4 foot increments. Standing silently straight at attention in each cabinet was a frozen women, which consisted of all sorts of ethnicities, and various states of dress.

In the middle of the room, there were several free standing trophies, posed in some sort of action. This consisted of a few Member’s of a sorority hugging each other and laughing, a few older Girl Scouts, and a few of those YouTube vlogger’s that reminded him of his daughters.

As he perused his collection, Frank smiled as he remembers his encounters with these women. They always put him in a better mood. As he looked at a 30 something blonde dressed as a flight attendant in one of the cabinets, Frank decided that yes, he would bring Mark in on this.

He dug his cell phone out of his pocket and dialed his son’s number.