Random (rhymed) Haiku: The dog in your purse/Looks cute at first, but dog-shit/on your stuff looks worse.
"A Comic Book Story We'll Never See," by Roy Hudson
A knock came at the reporter’s door. “Lois? It’s Jimmy. The gang at the paper hasn’t seen you since you announced your pregnancy over the phone. We’re worried about you. Are you okay?”
“Come in, Jimmy, but be quick with it. I don’t want any light getting in.”
There was a moment of silent reply, but then the door swiftly opened and shut again, with Jimmy standing inside the completely dark apartment. “Gee, Lois, I can’t see you. Do you think staying in the dark is a good idea?”
“Well… you know how he is about sunlight, Jimmy.”
“Actually, I don’t know what you mean. Here, let me open the curtains.”
She screamed, “No,” but it was too late. Sunlight flooded the room, bringing with it unbearable pain in her abdomen. She collapsed, causing Jimmy to rush to her aid. Blood splattered his face as a tiny fist punched through Lois’s belly. All went black again.
She awoke with a scream. Her scream always brought the superhero to her window, and now was no different. He called, “Lois? You’re not in trouble, are you?”
She chuckled nervously. “Just the man I wanted to see. I’ve been having this recurring nightmare, and… I don’t think I can do this anymore.”
A worried expression took over his face. “What do you mean, Lois?”
“I honestly think this… whatever we have between us…. Is bad for my health.”
“You mean your emotional well-being?”
“No. If the dream is any indication, I mean my mortal well-being. If we move on to the next step, it might just be the death of me, literally.”
His eyes dropped. “I see. I’m only interested in your happiness. If you want to move on, I won’t stand in your way. I only hope that you find someone who loves you as much as I do, and who’ll take care of you with his dying breath.”
She smiled. “I do have a co-worker at the paper who is crazy about me. I think it’s about time I let the farm boy know how much he means to me. I’m sorry.”
A goofy grin spread across the superhero’s face. “I’m glad you already have someone in mind. I’m sure he’ll call you up any minute, and will be happy to hear the news. Now, if you excuse me, the city needs me.”
She nodded absently, still reflecting on the nightmare. When she glanced back at the window, he was gone. Suddenly, her phone rang. She looked at the caller ID and smiled. “Speak of the devil,” she muttered. After a lengthy conversation in which her fellow reporter revealed his feelings for her, Lois’s subconscious allowed her to sleep easily… which would ultimately seal her doom.
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