Written for the following prompt:
It was the picture which gave him the idea, though others stated later that they hadn’t noticed his interest. Scrolling through the Facebook, he suppressed a snort, raising his cup, which was filled with Rosette (A White Bergerac wine for those not in the know) he scowled.
He hadn’t noted it in his status, he hadn’t worn a badge, there had been no certificate/diploma proclaiming his achievement.
What did they want, seriously? Building a large model plane for height disadvantages persons wasn’t something he’d thought anyone would care about, but then he’d never expected to win the nobel prize either.