Continued from Part Four Before Dave’s softball game, Coach Paul, the long-time skipper for the Benny’s Bar and Grill softball team, waved him over. Dave grinned. After starting at first for six seasons, would he finally make captain? He jogged over. “Yes, Coach?” Coach said, “Dave, you’re going to be a back-up next season.” Dave…
Continued from Part Three The back door slammed. “Hey, Dad!” Dave sighed in relief. Maybe now he could focus on something besides whether the cylinder’s power was magic or science. That night, Dave took his janitor’s cart back to his closet. He dumped the dirty water down the drain, still feeling that same tug towards…
Continued from Part Two Dave stared at the hollow cylinder filling his computer screen. This was like something out of a Steven Spielberg movie. He looked at the Styrofoam cup with the bottom punched out. “This means some-” Dave cupped his hand over his mouth. “No, I’m not going to be sued for the contents…
Continued from Part One At eleven-thirty, with two hours left in his shift, he settled in his janitor’s closet with the latest Spider-Man comic, half an hour earlier than usual. Sweet. Two hours to spend rescuing Mary Jane, then off home to bed, and he didn’t get started until a quarter past five. That was…
Superman fell from the sky, crashed on a building, bounced off as it toppled, and hit a green dinosaur. Mild-mannered janitor Dave Johnson set the building upright again then sent a scolding glance at his dimpled nine-year-old. “You shouldn’t have dropped him like that, Derrick.” Derrick scratched his head. “But, Dad, you said Superman got…