Superman’s Sweat (101 words of fiction)


The squawking exotic birds disturbed and exhausted him.  Rising from the park bench, he walked to the footbridge and peered wearily into the river’s horizon as his red cape blew in the wind.

Shouting woke him from his reverie, and he skateboarded down the hill, to find a middle-aged female jogger collapsed on the sidewalk.

“Call 9-1-1,” he instructed a nearby hostile psychopathic felon wearing an orange jumpsuit.

He tapped her shoulder. “Are you okay?” He tilted her head back slightly.

No answer. No breathing.

He began compressions and rescue breaths.

Sirens.  Paramedics.

His sweat dripped on the sidewalk.

“She’s gone.”


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