Anti-K!
Been looking forward to this one ever since you first mentioned the idea to me.
The doors loomed before us, ordinary doors, really, not too far away from us...and yet they seemed to get farther away the more we waded forward.
I love the phrasing here. I'm picturing a spectacular Vertigo Zoom here.
Outside the doors, I could see the beautiful spring day, the type that always made a work day drag by impossibly slowly.
Ooh, love it! We've all been there before, haven't we?
Assuming there was anywhere she'd feel all that safe anymore, I amended.
Well, there's always Clark's place.
In fact, if I didn't know better--and sometimes it seemed I was always the last one to know--I'd say we had saved the wrong woman entirely.
Wow. That's pretty powerful.
I had really hoped Clark would be out here waiting for us, a smile to greet us, his hands stuffed in his pockets, that habitual hesitance as he met Lois's eyes, a half-hearted remark about some errand he'd forgotten to do but had been duty-bound to see to.
Awesome snap-shot of Clark!
added that sparking gleam that could bully a powerful politician or captivate a reporter from Kansas.
Or entrance a superhero.
Clark had changed, and I didn't like it. Didn't like seeing the slump of his shoulders, hearing the merest edge of cynicism added to his voice, observing the almost manic energy that had spurred him to continue investigating Luthor without pausing to eat or rest, watching him separate himself ever so slightly from us as he turned all his efforts to saving Lois.
That Luthor had hurt him.
Which is why we folcs are glad that he died.
He was a bully, and I'd had plenty of practice with those, from the first days of kindergarten all the way to the Daily Planet newsroom.
Love the comparison.
those moments of picture-perfect truths framed in black and white
Love that you keep going back to that analogy. It works so well.
His hand was gone almost before I had a chance to register it, but I still felt warmed, as if his warmth was like the sun's, enough to bathe the rest of us in a gentle glow.
Beautiful. (I know I've said that like 10,000 times already.)
Lois had let me be her friend, but CK was the first person who'd actively worked to befriend *me
Perfect distinction.
Everyone knew that Clark Kent loved Lois Lane.
But I wondered how many people knew that Lois Lane loved Clark Kent in return.
<melts>
Wasn't quite expecting that, but so glad to see her concerned for Clark.
A righteously angry Lois Lane was better to have on your side than the entire United States military.
"I know I...made some bad decisions. But...please, Jimmy, if he's going to leave, just tell me."
<melts again>
I knew miracles didn't happen everyday, but then...this was Metropolis and we had a superhero flying in the skies above our streets, so maybe miracles did happen everyday.
Enough to see if I could gather my family and home around me once again, a family made up of friends instead of blood relatives and a home made up of newspaper ink and cramped desks rather than a bedroom and kitchen and attic and basement.
I bow to your superior wordsmithing.
If Lois said anything, I didn't hear it, but the way she threaded her arms around him, the way she sank into his embrace, the way she closed her eyes to savor the moment....it was answer enough.
*happy tear*
No, the perfect picture that made the others pale in comparison was *this* snapshot, this photo of a moment stolen from time, this image of Lois and Clark back together again.
*happy tear, the sequel*
WOW! What a powerful piece! Well done! I agree with your emails that it definitely feels more like Michael Landes' Jimmy than Justin Whalen's. But it fits so well. As always, I sit here stunned at your amazing descriptions and word usage. Bravo!
