I know I'm late on this one, but since it hasn't been posted to the archive yet, it's still fair game, yes? 100 words.
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No one had known Veeda Doodson’s machine would take such a harsh toll, but at forty-five, I look like an old man. I fly through the open window and stumble.
She catches me before I fall. I wrap my arms around her and sigh, gazing into her concerned, still-youthful face.
“Almost didn’t make it.” I shake my head, despondent at my body’s rate of decay.
Lois squeezes me in understanding. “I love you,” she whispers.
“How can you …? ”
Her lips shush me. A timeless heartbeat later, she reminds me of a forgotten truth.
“It’s the moments that count.”
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A/N: I started writing about Lois' aging concerns, when I wondered how Clark would feel if the tables were turned. Voila! After much cutting down, a drabble was born. 100 words is hard sometimes, you know?
BJ
