Sunday, January 2, 2011

100 Words: Heroics

Sitting on the edge of the tallest building in the city, Ian looked down, into the city. Everything was blanketed in a deep blue haze as early-morning fog kept the sunrise at bay. “So, what, exactly, does one do with ‘super powers.’

“Whatever you’d like to do with them,” the woman in the cape said, the leather costume flapping quietly in the wind. “Join us, go at it alone…”

“I mean, if I didn’t want to be a super hero. It’s not exactly… safe.”

The women was quiet a moment. “Internet videos… the circus. That’s all I can think of.”

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