It was easier for Mr. Kent before the age of cell phones. There were phone booths on every block in his city. This busy Metropolis.
Danger runs rampant on these streets. Women raped. Murders committed. Banks robbed. Other crimes against humanity.
When disaster strikes, where does a super hero make that quick change? To save his city, he must don a red cape and fly.
A woman’s scream breaks through his reverie. It’s time for him to save someone, again. The solitary pay phone will have to do. A quick glance proves he’s alone. As shirt buttons pop, Superman emerges.
100 Words (I think) Genre: Fantasy or super hero. Hell I don’t know.
Thank you Rochelle for hosting Friday Fictioneers. It is such a fun, crazy, and sometimes discouraging exercise in discipline. I enjoy it immensely. Kudos and criticisms are most welcome. Bring it on!