If you want more of my nonsense, my short script "Going Faster Miles an Hour" is now available online.
Tell me about it
Fly Girl sat on the ledge of the skyscraper and pulled a Luna bar from her utility belt. “Ugh, squished,” she sighed, staring down in disappointment at her tiny plank of nutrition marketed towards women.
“Is this seat taken?” a deep voice asked, startling Fly Girl. Were it not for her astonishing wall suction powers, she might have plummeted to her doom.
“S’a free country,” she replied trying to look cool and collected for the man flying in front of her.
“Thanks,” he said. “It sometimes gets lonely 400 feet up.” He hovered to a spot on the ledge about eighteen inches from Fly Girl. “I don’t know if we’ve officially met. I’m the Upholder.” Upholder reached across his body, offering a handshake.
“Fly Girl,” she said, taking his hand. “I mean, everybody knows you though.” She realized that she was holding the handshake too long and quickly let go. “I guess you still have to introduce yourself. I mean, all the clones and, um, doppelgangers, and such.”
The Upholder laughed. “Yes, those can be a nuisance. How have you been doing? You’re still in your first year, right?”
“Ten months, yeah. I’m doing great. I mean, my hair stylist turned out to be a super-villain and I broke my left arm twice and I don’t know who keeps building all these robots that I keep smashing. But you know, I can’t complain. I mean, your whole home planet exploded.”
“I remember.”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Sometimes, I just open my mouth to change feet.” Fly Girl looked down. “Um, you want a Luna bar? I got an extra. It’s squished, but it’s Tangerine Zest with 2.5 grams probiotics.” She read the label again. “Prebiotics? What’s the difference?”
“The probiotics are bacteria whereas the prebiotics are food for the bacteria.”
“Ew,” she said. “You still want it?”
“No, thank you. I don’t eat.”
“Oh, that sucks.”
“It doesn’t bother me.”
“You’re the Upholder. Does anything bother you?”
“Sure. Things bother me all the time. Just last week, Evil Clown called me Cupholder. I found that to be quite churlish.”
“Heh. Cupholder,” Fly Girl whispered to herself while she ate her bar.
“You know,” Upholder said, “I do have super hearing.”
“I did not.”