The secret identity of the average superhero is painfully shy, clumsy and often socially inept, and uses more brain than brawn.
Why can’t the brainiack be enough? Who needs a cape (if you’ve seen The Incredibles you know that capes are dangerous being they can get caught in jet engines and stuff) or a Lycra suit?
I don’t know about you, but the idea of facing myself in the mirror dressed head-to-toe in Lycra is a terrifying thought. Those donuts do land somewhere, after all.
If I had a secret identity, she’d wear pajamas and flip-flops.
Her sidekick would be a faithful and courageous dog or a bevy of clever cats.
She’d gain extraordinary powers by reading cozy mysteries and eating chocolate (in any form).
Her weapons would be words – she’d toss them from books like miniature lightning bolts.
And her Nemesis? Anyone who looks like a character from Sex in the City or talks on their cell phone in inappropriate places.
And while you’re here, tell me what your super power would be if you could pick only one. Personally, I’d choose superhuman metabolism – LOL!
Ellery Adams
A KILLER PLOT: A Books By The Bay Mystery - Coming 6/1/10
from Berkley Prime Crime
elleryadamsmysteries.com
UPDATE: THE CONTEST HAS NOW ENDED. SORRY YOU MISSED IT!
