Amnesia
A superhero awakens, lying wounded in the grass in Couch Park, across from the synagogue. She sits up slowly and looks about, puzzled to find her head throbbing, muscles sore, her multicolored spandex suit ripped and stained. She's hungry. She can't remember the last time she ate. Hell, she can't remember anything. How did I get here? I'm a superhero, surely, but which one? What are my special powers?
She limps three blocks to the YWCA. Something to eat. A shower. Maybe some TV in the lounge. Soon she's enrolled in the transitional housing program. She's landing a job in fast food, working hard in brown polyester. She's trainee of the month; her attendance is perfect. She's promoted to management, given first choice on vacation time. Given the circumstances, she's feeling pretty good about things.
It's on lunch breaks, though, that she sits alone, flipping through comic books — four or five new ones every week — hoping she'll turn up in the pages, maybe in a scene with Wonder Woman or Green Lantern. And she gets weepy now and then, sipping her chocolate shake, guilt eating her, knowing a train is derailing somewhere, a baby carriage rolling downhill into traffic....
She limps three blocks to the YWCA. Something to eat. A shower. Maybe some TV in the lounge. Soon she's enrolled in the transitional housing program. She's landing a job in fast food, working hard in brown polyester. She's trainee of the month; her attendance is perfect. She's promoted to management, given first choice on vacation time. Given the circumstances, she's feeling pretty good about things.
It's on lunch breaks, though, that she sits alone, flipping through comic books — four or five new ones every week — hoping she'll turn up in the pages, maybe in a scene with Wonder Woman or Green Lantern. And she gets weepy now and then, sipping her chocolate shake, guilt eating her, knowing a train is derailing somewhere, a baby carriage rolling downhill into traffic....
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