by Jessica J. Lee
Read by Jack Mangan
Originally published in Fantasy Magazine.
Ofelia was a superhero. She told me so without reserve. “It’s safe for me to tell you,” she said. “I can sense you’re not a villain. Besides, it would be unfair to keep it from you. It won’t be easy, you know, being involved with a superhero girl.”
It did take some getting used to. She received her mission briefings in birdsong, in radio static, encoded in every third word backwards from a breaking news bulletin on the televisions in a specific store window. She saw battle plans drawn out for her in cloud patterns, coffee cup rings, the movement of players on a soccer field. During these moments she would stand frozen in mid-motion, her head cocked to the side, listening intently. Then she would drop—literally drop—whatever she was doing and dash away, calling apologies over her shoulder.
Rated PG: For Superheroes, Secret Identities, and Wham! Pow! BOOM!