"And then Plastic Man stretched out his arm dozens of feet to snatch the child out of the path of the runaway bus!"
"That's a boring superhero, Uncle Phil."
"But don't you see, Billy? He could bounce himself
like a ball, mold himself into any shape."
"Phooey! Tell me a
good bedtime story about Superman or Batman, not some lame nobody hero!!!"
"This is a good story. Plastic Man saves
the city from Disastro, the Evil Accounting Major."
"NO! And I wanna glass of water
too!"
"Okay, Billy. Coming right up."
"Good, because .... Wow, Uncle Phil, how'd you do that?!!!"
"Never you
mind. Y'see, Billy, Superman doesn't happen to be your uncle. Now do you
want to hear the story or not?"
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Picture prompt above, story below, and not too horribly off the prescribed 100 word limit at a precise count of 124. The reason this post is called Bedtime Story II is to distinguish it from Bedtime Story, a piece about my futile attempts to roll my teenage son back to age 6 and me along with him back to --- well, younger --- by reading him one last bedtime story.
This is my weekly contribution to the Fabulous Friday Fictioneers and Plastic Man Fan Club for this Friday, February 15, 2013. I could read you a story now, but you'd be better off bouncing on over to the other fictioneers' talented offerings by clicking the link above.
Goodnight, everybody. No, you can't have a drink of water!
Goodnight, everybody. No, you can't have a drink of water!
