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Angel-Sansara

Tag: superman

  • The Beggar Was a Chooser

    My mother had a bunch of witty sayings she’d throw at me in my youth. I suppose her youth, too, come to think of it, now that she’s old and decrepit. “Beggars can’t be choosers.” “Get over it; life’s not fair.” “Stay in your limits.” That last one isn’t a witty ism that everyone used,…

  • How do you murder a super hero?

    It must be a task worthy of none less than a super villain, of course. But how do you tell the difference between the two? Especially when you only get one side of the story? How many people did Superman kill on accident doing stupid things like lifting a train off its tracks or some…

  • His Eyes, Doth They Deceive Him?

    He saw her again, he thought. A brief glimpse of her, anyway. A mass of messy hair — what color was it? Hard to say, it was so brief. It almost looked ash gray to him. Old. A color an old person would have in their hair. How old was she? At the same time,…

  • French Onion Soup & Reubens

    Dinner was delicious today. I double-toasted my Carbonaught gluten-free bread to make it most like regular toast, threw some roast beef slices on it, and some sauerkraut and called it a day for me. For my mom, I added the Thousand Island signature dressing for the Reuben. I can’t eat that part, so I omitted…

  • My Vivid Imagination

    ‘Does she know how pretty she is?’ he asked himself yet again. He’d caught her giving him side-eye himself this time. At his second job, no less! He’d just gotten her off his mind, finally, and then there she was, walking through the book store like she owned the place, her shuffling mother in tow.…