Hi Mary,
Aaaand here we go again
“Jake!” she screamed again, but the roar of the wind completely swallowed up her voice. She pushed her hair out of her face and moved forward. The brine was now up to her hip. “JAKE!”
I feel like it’s right out of the Thunderstorm scenes from Jurassic park. The T-Rex is surely close now.
Just as her strength was about to give out, the tree suddenly vanished.
Okay, Jake’s probably a Kent, but I did go to Bugs Bunny editing the scene while it’s playing for the audience.
Her surprised shriek was lost to the wind, but even so, a mouth came close to her ear: “It’s going to be alright, Ma’am.”
Can still be Superboy. He’s a scrappy 18 y/o pulling her out.
KIM: I’m also 18! Not a ma’am
“My baby…please…we have to find him! Please!”
Oh, Jake’s a baby! She *is* a ma’am.
KIM: Not according to my mother-in-law.
“What does he look like?”
Good to ask. It could be a dog. A stuffed bear. A dragon.
Superman was strangely quiet. “Superman?”
Because he missed it?
“I was supposed to be somewhere today,” was all he said. “Somewhere important?” Kim guessed. He nodded. “A birthday party.”
Being Superman doesn’t pay the bills and Barry did open up an interesting avenue for making money.
“We’re fine. Go home. Go see your—” She checked herself. “Go eat cake.” He laughed and flew away, disappearing into the night
Nice little -- I guess quiet doesn’t really fit but seems apt here? – bit. Despite the action, it felt like the emotional effects in the stormy quiet of his mind where the true core of this piece
Michael
