I Am A Hero Now

Later that night, back in the quiet of a small apartment, the reflection in the mirror didn't show a person with superpowers or a costume. It showed someone tired, with soaked clothes and messy hair. There was no sudden feeling of being powerful, but there was a sense of no longer being invisible to the world.

The woman who had been rescued gripped the hand of the person who had pulled her out. "Thank you," she whispered. "That was incredibly brave." I Am a Hero

My legs moved before my brain gave the order. I wasn't thinking about bravery; I was thinking about the person I could see slumped over the steering wheel. Later that night, back in the quiet of

Then I heard it—the screech of tires and the sickening crunch of metal. The woman who had been rescued gripped the