By Prospero Dae
He wanted to be a superhero.
He’d imagine his damsel, in a white frock, the memory of the scent of her freshly washed hair intoxicating him, trapped in a dungeon at the mercy of some evil toy maker or—as in his most recent and pellucid adventure—a maniacal cotton candy baron. He’d don a velvety cape, as black as the ecstatic darkness of a lover’s night, and bring justice to a world gone mad.
All his life, from the auroral miracle of birth, he’d wanted to be a superhero.
And now, having been handed a cigar, he just became one.
Absolutely beautiful.
Awww. The best kind of hero.
A real hero.
Very sweet. You’ve earned some paternity leave, Daddy-O.
That last line–a beautiful winner. Well done, Prospero!
Wow – love this! Perfect Prospero ~
You’ve put your protagonist’s ‘desire’ front and center in this piece, and it’s fulfilled in an unexpected, fun (and sweet) way in the final line. Nice writing!
Lovely. Congratulations!
great story! It needs very little to be a superhero(ine) 🙂
Sniff! Lovely!
I can see why your micro flash was a winner! Excellent work!
Beautiful story 🙂
Nice.