Wow.
Once again, David, your writing has the power to make me catch my breath and want - no,
need - to go back and re-read sections to allow the full effect to sink in. So well done. So understated, and so powerful.
I wasn't sure that anything could cap Clark's ferocious, agonising struggle in the cage, or Lois's tears back in her apartment with her mother. But then you wrote this:
Her heart skipped a beat when she saw him.
Beaten.
When she saw him, lying there, on her floor.
A tangled heap of broken man, blue spandex, and tattered red cape.
And she knows he's Clark, right? Or is she going to think she imagined the voice sounding like Clark?
Just one thing... where is Lex while all this is going on?
MORE!
What's your posting schedule???
Wendy
