Hi Barbara!
This may or may not become a series. Hope you enjoy.
Good Night, Lois - The Lost Boy
A new tradition?
“Are you a fairy?”
I freeze in mid-air. Someone has seen me! What now? Fly off as fast as I can until the windows rattle and alert every single person in the neighborhood?
Before I can make up my mind, the girl continues. “Mommy said that they only live in fairy tales.”
Okay, so what’s up with the early flight?
CLARK: Lots of sunlight in the Midwest.
This whole thing of course assumes that the girl is Lois.
Despite myself curiosity wins over and I turn my head. The girl is small, maybe four or five years old. Her hair is tangled from sleep and her dark chocolate brown eyes are sparkling with mischief as she stands behind the open window of her dark bedroom. How did I not spot her before?
But Clark does feel older. What’s going on?
“Can't sleep,” she mumbles. “My baby sister Lucy is crying all night.”
But I can't drag myself away from this girl with such huge brown eyes that reflect a loneliness I know all too well. My gut clenches as I remember their faces, Martha and Jonathan Kent, my parents, the kindest people I’ve ever known. I miss them more than words could ever express.
An Alt-U variant.
“You're a man,” she says. “Can men also be fairies?”
I’m pretty sure there was one or two appropriate costumes in sitcoms over the past few decades.
I shake my head. “I'm not a fairy.”
Her frown deepens. “Are you Peter Pan?”
No sword.
“So, you're not a fairy and you're not Peter Pan,” Lois muses. “But you can fly.” Her eyes widen a bit. “Are you one of the lost boys?”
Okay, does that make Lex Captain Hook?
The fires I started inadvertently had people terrified.
Oh dear!
I make it sound like one of Peter Pan’s adventures. The mugger is a pirate and the victim Tiger Lily. My heat vision is a magnifying glass focusing the sunlight to heat up the pirate’s sword until he couldn’t hold it anymore.
*that’s* where Lois’s unhealthy disrespect for the laws of physics comes from. No wonder she almost dies all the time.
“Will you be back tomorrow?” she mumbles.
My heart clenches in my chest. There is no way I can come back here. It’s too dangerous, too irresponsible, downright foolish even.
“I will try."
He’s so going to end up in prison and barred from flying past a school within 200 yards.
Sweet beginning. I sure hope you weave another magical tale from it!
Michael