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mwm_pngA weekly compilation of collected microfictions composed by yours truly. If your time is short, these are shorter!

The lonely alley was
coated with dripping
ice in mid-July.
Partially crushed, a
sideways dumpster pined
a limp hand underneath it.

Clair nodded. "Something
changed a summer's day
into a deep freeze, then
crushed this poor old dude.
It's gotta be a super."

Asil studied the
tarnished ring she'd
found on the asphalt.
"Hold that thought: Once
upon a time, this guy WAS
a super."

"The 70s were all glitz
and glam. Before that,
we torched villages in
Vietnam, hunting communist
supers. I remember the
screams."

"You're a hero, Asil! I
was just a soldier. I did
it for a paycheck, and the
government drugs that kept
my powers from killing me."

"Star Squad was a joke! A
government PR campaign making
capes out of the least
fucked-up remnants of a
super-soldier experiment!"

The scaffolding began to
topple, and Asil reached
out with her power. A tarp
saved a man snagging his
boot as a blue tendril.

Suprised, Clair fished the
beeping, tarnished Star Squad
ring from her pocket. 

"A distress signal?" Asil asked.

"He's in trouble."

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