Yay, you posted!
This was great -- you kept all the stuff I liked the first time through, and made it better!
There are a few points I just really loved:
And, if by chance, this new hobby brought her closer to say…another writer… a reporter with eyes a girl could wake up to day after day, then, so be it.
ROFL! Brilliant. I love the idea of her taking creative writing courses.
Despite Lois’ arched eyebrow, she pushed on. Her professor assured her that similes were her strong point.
<snicker>
And Lois was there. Lois had saved the day. Saved the baby. Saved him. Kissed him, even. Known him…fully. Seen him in the Suit and called him…
“Clark!”
Yes, she’d called him Clark.
“Clark!”
Right, he’d established that.
“Clark?!”
He heard her frantic voice now, as he swam up from the sea of images.
Love the way reality intrudes on his inner thoughts
He held her close, ignoring Mayson’s sputtered questions and exclamations.
“Is it contagious?!”
That was one of them.
“Should I call…a shrink?”
That was another.
“Poisonous gas?”
Still more, and he really couldn’t blame her.
“Do you have to hold her so close?”
That last one a little bitter sounding.
And again, here. That last one in particular is hysterical
And that ending is so sweet... I love the image of them interacting via reflections in the car window.
Great job! Now write more <g> Not on this, particularly... I think you have a part 3 to work on, from your series...
PJ
