Well, you already know what I think of this, Chris - and you see that I'm not the only person screaming for a sequel!
You hooked me totally from the first line. You've caught Perry perfectly, as Carol says, and the whole thing flows so seamlessly, so believably. I can feel Perry's sadness, disbelief, confusion and deep grief so clearly as I read this.
And these final lines brought a lump to my throat:
Clark Kent had been a good man. Bright, honourable, hard-working and kind. A loving and dutiful son. He'd been popular, easily making friends out of his colleagues. He'd brightened up the office with his ready grins and friendly banter. He'd even cracked open the cynical shell of one of the most single-minded and contrary women it had ever been Perry's pleasure to work with.
And Perry White hadn't known him at all. He couldn't have, because Clark Kent wasn't the man Perry had thought him to be.
Clark Kent wasn't Superman.
And, no matter how much Perry might wish otherwise, Clark wasn't going to walk, miraculously unscathed, into the newsroom.
Of course, as we all know, Clark does... and I still want more.
Rat, I'm glad you found time to read this - I knew you'd love it.
*adds to my Kerth list*Wendy
