Beautiful, Dave!
Until she turned him away, pressed his face into her shoulder and held him to her.
I liked the subtle, almost reflex but very telling actions of the two of them - Clark, who doesn't kill, watching the man die, and Lois, who doesn't do tender, turning him away from the sight.
Her friend. Her friend who'd almost died.
I love seeing this scene from Lois's point of view.
"Okay," she said, and she hoped she'd be enough.
Ah, if she only knew... 'Small Prickly Woman Single-Handedly Saves -Figuratively Speaking - the World's Superhero. Again.'
I liked this small piece immensely. And it set the stage so
nicely for a potentially longer piece or two. So how about it, Dave? Care to continue the idea? Please?
~Toc