Today's story takes us back to the Supers Universe. It's set about a month after "Growing Pains." Prior knowledge of the universe isn't needed to enjoy the story though.
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“Don’t give me attitude, darling. I have one of my own.”
Stanley looked up at his dad. “Why are we here?” he asked.
“Because you need training, kid,” Dad said. He shook his head. “The usual methods aren’t getting through your thick skull.” He gestured toward the older woman. “Ms. Truseau here is the best there is at training mini sups.”
Ms. Truseau grinned at Dad and pinched his cheek like he was a kid. “You’re a sweet boy, Sparky,” she said.
Dad’s face went red at the nickname, and Stanley laughed. Ms. Truseau turned unnerving amber eyes on him, and her expression hardened again. She patted the cheek she’d just pinched, making Dad blink in surprise.
“The boy’s a teleporter?” Truseau asked.
He sounded like an elementary kid answering their teacher when talking to this woman, and it was starting to freak Stanley out. Whether it was as Colton West or Spark Plug, Dad didn’t kowtow to anyone. What was so impressive about this little old lady?
Truseau nodded. She tilted her head to one side and tapped her chin with one long, pink polished nail. “He’ll need full supplies,” she said. “I’ll call you when he’s ready.”
Stanley’s heart skipped a beat, and his stomach tied itself in knots.
“How long?” Dad asked.
Truseau pursed her lips as she straightened back up and crossed her arms. “At least a month.” Her tone was flat and even like a scientist discussing a bug pinned to a specimen board. She flapped a wrinkled hand in a dismissive gesture toward his father. “I’ll let you know if it looks like he’ll take into the school year.”
“Wait just a minute,” Stanley protested. “It’s my senior…” He kept ranting about not missing his senior year for several words before he realized his voice wasn’t there anymore.
Truseau’s amber eyes flashed gold, and she tisked. “I said leave the attitude at the door, child.”
Stanley felt like he was hit with a bucket of ice water. He glanced at his father, and his stomach sank through the floor when he didn’t see any help from that quarter. Something in his eyes spoke to mild amusement as he gave Stanley an apologetic smile.
“You be good,” Dad said with a wave before leaving with a quick word of thanks to Ms. Truseau.
Once his dad was gone, the old woman walked up to Stanley. She was a good three inches shorter than him, but even though he had to look down to see her face, he still felt like a little kid in the principal’s office. Losing your voice at another’s whim did that, he guessed.
“Sparky gives good advice,” Truseau said. “Be a good boy. Listen to me, and you’ll be home in no time. Understand?”
Her eyes flashed again, and Stanley felt warmth in his throat as a knot he thought he’d imagined loosened.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered.
Ms. Truseau smiled at him. “Let’s get to work then.”
Each story in this series is 500 words or less and is prompted by a first line taken either from a random first line generator like this one or reader suggestions like "Don't Forget Me" and "Culture Shock." I much prefer working from reader suggestions over generators, but to do that, I need to hear from you.
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A. B. England is a small business owner, mom of two, novelist, all around geek, and avid crafter. She loves mythology, fantasy, and all flavors of science fiction.
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