I’m no hero, I just spill words onto paper when the spirits move me. I’m not a villain either, mind you. I’m really just the scribe. At least, that is how I intend to be seen or more accurately overlooked.
On those rare occasions where there is no other alternative, no hero available, no other way to make a difference, I put down my mundane ways and don the cape. With trepidation. For I never quite know whether this time will be different from the others. If I will be able to make a difference. Or if this is the time when I become the villain.
Only the cape itself knows, and it isn’t telling. Worse, when I return the cape to its safe it is as if I am awakening from a dream. I often have very few clear memories from wearing the cape. And what memories I do have are often disjoint and seem unrelated to this time and place. After I’ve worn the cape I have to put up with constant reminders from those around me that I missed out on the details. “Where were you?” “Didn’t you see it?” “Wasn’t that amazing?”
Occasionally, I leave myself cryptic notes and from those and my skills as an observer I can piece together some details. I’ve worked out that the cape’s wearer generally has the same description every time, and seems to have some amazingly implausible abilities.
So when the local deer changed on us, and began to hunt the hunters I took note. But it was just a curiosity to be reported as local color and weird happenings. When deer began to wander into town, I became concerned. But the cape wasn’t yet calling me, so I took no action. Then the deer began a direct assault on the government. In one day, they cornered and captured the President, Governor, and Mayor. I began to feel the itch, but didn’t feel the call. Then took Lois, and that is the last thing I remember.
I awakened today back in my apartment, with the cape in my hand. There was a note in my hand. And the TV was tuned to a news feed, showing blurred shots of a caped figure returning the President, Governor, Mayor and Lois over and over again.
I’m no hero, but sometimes I wear a cape. I just wish that Lois could see past the cape and notice me without it.