Hi Bek!
Unfortunately, today’s run-in had caught him by surprise, and his slow reaction to Chad Peterson’s strong right cross had resulted in two broken fingers when Chad’s hand had struck Clark’s jaw.
Oops?
“What the—” “Did you see that?” “Clark Kent, the freak!” It wasn’t the first time he’d heard those words, but it had hurt nonetheless.
Maybe he could say that he was watching Kung-Fu and learned the secrets of the Shaolin monks? You know, strong body and always celibate.
He will find someone to love and to spend the rest of his life with…
And if needs to, he can bring her back home and keep her in his Fortress of Solitude so she doesn’t run off with billionaires or FBI agents.
And with that thin whisper of hope, Clark fell into a deep sleep, dreaming, as he sometimes did, of soaring high up in the sky over a sprawling metropolis, the Sun at his back and the wind in his hair.
Aww…also, is it possible he’s already linking with Lois, watching as she does base jumping in Metropolis?
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Something much, much more, indeed. The End.
You lit a sweet little fire there!
Michael
