by Jo Byekwaso
After double and triple-checking to make sure that Hannah was okay – she was, just slightly shaken from the day’s events – Jim and Fluffy finally managed to slip out of the office unscathed. In hindsight, Jim was incredibly thankful to himself that he had brought a thick trenchcoat into work that day; it meant he didn’t have to worry about any bewildered reactions he might’ve gotten from the public regarding his superhero costume, not to mention from Hannah. Suffice it to say, they weren’t in that stage of their relationship just yet.
That being said, Jim did have to wade through the crowd of news reporters and journalists vying for a scoop – after all, it’s not every day that an office building gets attacked by some intergalactic monstrosity.
Evading the never-ending interrogations of “Where were you?” and “What was going through your mind?” and “How scared were you?” was a bit of a hassle, but thanks to his swift navigational skills – not to mention the other multitudes of LifeShare employees who were more than happy to provide the ravenous press with the scoops they craved – it wasn’t long until Jim was finally back at his home, sweet home.
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“Not bad for your first time, kid,” Fluffy complimented, as soon as the front door had shut. “You did a lot better than I thought you would.”
“Thank you, Fluffy,” Jim replied. “I think.”
A silence went by.
“Um . . . so how do I turn this thing off?” Jim asked sheepishly.
“Just say the words, ‘Justice-Maker, power down’.”
“Alright. Justice-Maker: Power Down!”
As Fluffy said, Jim-Man’s fancy costume had vanished and left Jim’s mundane work clothes in its place. Jim sighed deeply, relieved that the craziness of the day was finally over.
“Oh. My. God!”
Jim’s eyes widened, the blood draining from his face as he slowly turned around to address the owner of the voice: his awestruck daughter.
“My dad . . . is a magical boy!”
© Jo Byekwaso 2023-08-29