Clark rose from a dream to the sound of his wife’s voice.
“It’s time to get up Honey,
you don’t want to be late for the reunion.”
He sighed and rolled over in bed.
The reunion – that was the last thing he wanted to go to.
He had lost touch with the guys in The League,
retired years ago after Homeland Security
started taking care of business.
He hadn’t worn a cape in years
and scarcely fit into his tights.
The Daily Planet had folded
along with all the other print newspapers.
He and Lois had gotten married
and faded from the public eye,
quietly living the good life in the country.
It was driving him crazy.
What was he going to talk about
with the guys in The League anyway?
They all had their damned bucket lists.
Things like sky diving into Borneo without a parachute,
climbing K-2 without shoes,
sailing around the Horn on a sunfish,
going over Niagara Falls without a barrel,
wrestling a grizzly bear with hands tied behind your back.
There was a time
he could have done all of those things
in one day in his sleep,
but now they felt as out of reach
as winning the Iditarod
with a team of Cocker Spaniels.
He wondered if Wonder Woman
would be at the reunion.
Wonder Woman – Now THERE was something for a bucket list!
He wondered if she was still hot,
hopefully aging a little more gracefully.
He felt guilty for even thinking about her.
Hell, a man can keep his feelings to himself
and his stomach sucked in for only so many years.
He whistled a little tune as he looked in the closet for his cape
He didn’t want to be late.