Clear
By Nancy V. Sont


She had relaxed. The tension of the last story was gone. The sun felt wonderful as she pondered putting on more sunscreen. How many times had he dashed away from this sunny Caribbean beach this week? Where had he gone? The pieces had finally fallen into place.

“It’s turnover time!” Clark said, settling into his own lounge chair.

He was back, she realized as she rolled over.

She squinted her eyes against the bright sun and saw… Superman. Sunbathing.

Clearly. Impossibly.

She seethed, plotting revenge.

Real pain. Was kryptonite fair? Maybe just a little piece.

It's always such an embarrassment. Having to do away with someone. It's like announcing to the world that you lack the savvy and the finesse to deal with the problem more creatively. I mean, there have been times, naturally, when I've had to have people eliminated, but it's always saddened me. I've always felt like I've let myself down somehow.