| Superman -3 | |
August 18, 2013
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| "Oh, really?" she said. Her reaction sounded neither doubtful nor making fun of him. She said, "When I was a teenager, I was a big Superman's fan. I didn't know it was you or not, though." She laughed. "After a car accident several years ago, which made me visually disabled, I have forgotten about Superman until today." He had no idea what to say. She suddenly asked, "Can I touch your cloak?" Realizing his hesitation, she added, "I liked your 'super-suits', especially the red cloak. I can still remember Superman's cloak waving in the wind. He was always standing on high places, mostly on the top of towers. " It was the first time in a long time that he was asked this type of request. He took her hand gently and let her grasp his cloak. She stroked it with her other hand and said, "This is coarse. You must have been in many tough circumstances." He became sentimental. "I don't care about being tough physically, but what is a
She faced toward him and said, "The priority of one's looks is low to me. But, what is important is what I can feel inside." He once again couldn't say anything. Noticing this, she changed her tone, "By the way, what do you feel when you fly?" He thought a second and asked her, "Do you want to experience it?" She excitedly said, "Can I?" This is against his rules but he didn't care about the rules today. He held her waist with one hand and slowly took off. They went straight up to a certain height, and then stable off. "Wow, what a great feeling!" she said in an exciting voice. "I can feel your cloak waving with suitable balance. If I were you, I would thank your costumes." Gradually, he felt his confidence refilled. "Priority ..." he thought, "... My priority should not be cheap things like one's costumes." He thanked the young girl, and his old costumes. (The End) |
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*coarse :having a rough surface that feels slightly hard (L)