Death of a Superhero“He found it ironic that he was invulnerable to bullets, could bend trains in half, but was now dying of cancer.”
About this piece:
Today we’re more accustomed to seeing the vulnerable, flawed side of superheroes, rather than the boy scout bastions of virtue they were originally meant to be. I wrote this piece wondering what a superhero would think and feel as they succumbed to that most tragic of human diseases: cancer. What would they regret? What would they think about? I never got to finish the piece, and this is just a small excerpt from it, but re-visiting it makes me realize that perhaps there’s something worth saving here.