My Superpower
(This is a short story I posted to the internetz in 2002 that hasn’t aged too well, but whatevs.)
”I’m going to the migraine art exhibition down at the gallery,” she calls to me from the foyer, “are you coming with me?”
”It’s the first Monday of the month already?” I respond, “I’m afraid I have a few errands to run, so I think I’ll have to pass. Thanks anyway!”
”OK, see ya.”
”See ya.”
