Supergirl
Supergirl
On TV seasons ago, she played Supergirl. Now running along the slip of beach, performing her mile jog and panting, she slowed and collapsed before my sand castle. Her body was no longer a fiddle, but rather, a cello.
"It's what being out of work does to you, " she said, with that innocent air of the everyday tragic, that inarticulate murmur after her sentence.
We turned and forked our hands into sand, piled wet clumps of it onto the castle. We were still like kids, I thought.
Later, we rolled over and welcomed the sun into the plexus of our pale bodies.
"You still don't love me, do you, Supergirl?"
She turned one slow sleepy eye towards me.
"It'll be the way it always was. I'll be your Lois Lane and I'll fuck just like her. But when it comes to love, this old Supergirl will fly away."
She closed her eyes and turned her head towards the sand.
"That season ended a long time ago," she said. Her words were mumbled. I imagined passing clouds in a fast forward version of today.
I reached for her breast under the white bathing suit. It felt like ice or maybe, an imitation ice sculpture of a breast, melting.
I reached for her breast under the white bathing suit. It felt like ice or maybe, an imitation ice sculpture of a breast, melting.
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Author's Note
This is a reply to a prompt by Meg Pokrass to write a story using these words: tea, mile, break, hungry, finger, ice, slow, rise, slip, fork, braid, bare, crisp, fiddle.
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Great form, David. Good use of dialogue. Nice work.
Thanks, Sam. Actually, we should thank Meg.
Gosh, David, This is stunning.
You remind me of the incredible short story writer, Kyle Hemmings!
God, Meg, I wish I could write like him!! Thanks, Meg.
Loved that last image, David.
It's so language lovely it reminds me of that poet, Ruff, too. Well, done! Love the end of the season and the sadness of Supergirl flying away.
I love how this story, so compressed at first glance, expands into so much more.
I'm officially a huge fan of your writing, David. Kyle.
I see some very interesting stories came out of Meg's prompt. Fine work, David.
well done. duper super.
Wo! What a beautiful conceit at the end of this piece.
Great one, David!
Thanks, everyone, appreciate your comments so much.
Wow, David. This is so beautifully-written. My favorite line: "Her body was no longer a fiddle, but rather, a cello."
Great, great story!
Thank you, Marcelle, appreciate your comments.
Oh that last line does it--says everything and nails the visual. Sad and yet.
Thanks, Darryl, so glad you enjoyed it.
just about killed me, this story. i only went for a snack and came out at the top of your mountain. so well done.
Thank you, Finnegan, so glad you liked it.
"we were still like kids, I thought." so good, David.
A doozy. The end of the end of something.
damn, damn
you and meg are owning these prompts.
Thank you, Julie, Jack, and David.
Great story, David. Well written, much enjoyed.
Thank you, very much, Foster! Glad you enjoyed it.
Very nice.
David, I laughed out loud at this! "...rather, a cello." What you did with this prompt is simply amazing. These images will stay with me for a long time.
thank you, Rebecca, Katrina.
Strange and interesting, always a good combo. I like his voice very much
thanks, Susan.
Phew! Glad I found this one, David. I will carry it with me all day long.
Thanks, Yvette, I'm happy to hear it!
I am loving your voice. I am making it my mission to read everything you have posted here. Bravo.
Thanks, Misti.
Wow. Knocked it out of the park. Such economy, yet so visual.
Thank you, Thomas.
The temporality of everything here is phenomenal. You really know how to express "The Moment."
"this old Supergirl will fly away"
We always do.