Saturday, February 19, 2005
Kevin was in distress, so he issued a loud call to anyone in earshot. The three supergirls were up sunbathing on a cloud high above the skyscrapers when their supersonic ears perked to the cry of Kevin's voice calling "Help, I'm lonely!" The superheroines slipped into their tight tops and dived down immediately afterwards to where Kevin stood on the pavement of the smothering metropolis he walked. The red, yellow and blue colors darted around him, pulling him, tugging him, drawing him with them, making him feel wanted, less lonely. They sat him down at a cafe, brought him a coffee, and showered him with sweet smiles while he sipped the liquid caffeine. The three took turns whispering secrets into his ears. For one small moment, he felt confident and in control. After the coffee, they returned him to where they had first met him, did a brief dance for his benefit on the metal gate, then soared back to their cloud for some more topless sunbathing. All this didn't really happen. It was an urban mirage. Those who had seen Kevin noticed only a typical city dweller, walking along swiftly, mumbling incoherently to himself.