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.

Story #165

5 comments:

Carol Davidson said...

Is "urban mirage" code for cocaine withdrawal syndrome? Er... from books I've read.

M.P. said...

That happened really!! In his mind!It was his reality not the others'! If he went through those moments of happiness, what mattered for the others if he looked an averagely normal citizen or not??
Great weekend!

Jay said...

Nothing fun ever happens to me. :(

The Mushroom said...

Damn, I've been calling the wrong folks for help. Underdog was never as cute as them, even if he has the same physique as Supergirl #1. Must be the eyeshadow, which I don't recall being so thick in the comics.

Somehow I think the topless sunbathing might have helped Kevin more than the coffee.

Indeterminacy said...

There's not much I can really say about this story. I just free associated something together in the last minute, and it's probably not as good as it could have been. I was out of town all day Friday and that kind of messed up my writing schedule.