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He had always dreamed of a city without cars. Now he walked through one empty car park after another, a faint smile on his lips, wondering what he could use his newly discovered superpower for next.
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Hmm, I have all KINDS of suggestions! But really, wow, what a dangerous super power to have.
I agree. Also, superpowers should be reserved for superpeople and I’m not sure there are any of those 🙂
So true. I think most folks think about themselves having the superpower (and of course, *I* would use it wisely), versus, say, their annoying neighbor, or that jerk who teased them in high school.
Of course. The jerk who did the bullying in high school is probably kind to old ladies and has adopted a rescue cat 🙂
Oh—maybe he’s the one who made everyone disappear in your other story with the empty chairs! 🙂
That’s an idea! Nemesis in person.
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I can think of a few things I wouldn’t mind him doing away with…haha. But he’d likely choose something like indoor plumbing. Certain people (who shall remain nameless) should not have power. 😉
That’s my way of thinking too. I fear that even reasonable people can turn into monsters of crass boorishness when given a bit of power.
You speak the truth Jane! 🧐
It’s a hunch, but I’m inclined to think it’s a good one.
Yes I like this!
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Cake definitely, and muffins…ohhh, and scones, and crumpets. I honestly can’t think of a better use of a superpower 🙂
If only the so-called world leaders thought more about cake than missiles, what a wonderful world it would be 🙂
Great last line – good story.
Thank you!