Annie On Writing

June 22, 2016

Little Wing by Phil Rossi

Filed under: Twisted Tales,Writing Tools — Annie Evett @ 3:11 pm
Conrad stood before Mrs. Newmar’s third-grade class, ready to brag about his daddy. Most of Conrad’s schoolmates had spoken by now, pitching their dentist, firemen, and architect fathers.
“While we’re asleep, my daddy goes out, and catches all the bad guys. My daddy’s a superhero,” Conrad said.
Conrad hawked over the stunned and silent classroom. Every mouth wide open, eyes bugged-out. A jilted Mrs. Newmar remained silent.
“What’s your daddy’s name?” a boy asked Conrad. Another pause as Conrad scanned the class.
“The Raven,” Conrad said.
“Aren’t superhero’s supposed to be secret?” a girl asked.
“My father’s a policeman, and he says superhero’s are only in comic books and movies,” said the patrolman’s son.
“Everybody knows superhero’s are make believe,” said another girl.
“I need you to get the school psychologist,” Mrs. Newmar said to Miss Saunders, the teacher’s aide. Miss Saunders left the classroom to do as told.
“Are you sure you’re not confused? With a dream, maybe?” asked another classmate.
The audience agreed, rising against Conrad and his claims. Conrad refused to back off, determined to double down on the truth he believed.
“How do you know all this?” another classmate asked. Every eyeball zoomed in on Conrad, and he felt them all.
“I’m his sidekick,” Conrad said.
“You’re a superhero?” asked a girl.
“What’s your nickname?” another classmate asked.
“Little Wing,” Conrad announced, puffing out his chest. A raucous burst of laughter rocked the classroom. A few students spilled from their chairs and tumbled to the floor, hamming things up like kids do.
Conrad wished he had the power to share the images in his mind. To show them on the lesson monitors for all his classmates to see. The crime fighting and rounding up the chaos. Catching the criminals for the police to take away. The Raven and Little Wing are for real. Very real, and not some make-believe fairy tale.
“That’s all for today. Whoever didn’t get to go, will have their turn tomorrow,” said a nervous Mrs. Newmar, rushing up the aisle. Just as she reached Conrad, the dismissal bell sounded and the children scattered. Mrs. Newmar called out to the fleeing students, reminding them of their assignments.
“Conrad. Would you mind staying behind for a moment?” Mrs. Newmar asked.
“Is something wrong?” Conrad asked.
“No. We just want to talk to you,” she said.
“You don’t believe me? That’s why Miss Saunders left the room, isn’t it?” Conrad asked.
“Conrad…, it’s just..,” Mrs. Newmar said, careful as she struggled with her words.
“You’ll see, Mrs Newmar. Soon, the whole world will know all about the Raven,” Conrad claimed and ran from the classroom. Mrs. Newmar pleaded as Conrad dashed off, racing through the school’s empty hallways. In Conrad’s wake, Miss Saunders returned with the school psychologist.
“His father’s whereabouts are unknown. Dead, prison? We don’t know for sure. In Conrad’s case, we have no records,” said the psychologist.
“It’s my fault. I should have never let this happen,” Mrs. Newmar said.
“Legally we can’t disclose personal information, even if we have it. As far as Conrad, the child is compensating. It’s only a phase,” the psychologist said.
“Conrad is such a nice child. Very considerate and well-behaved. It’s the fallout from the other children that worry me,” Mrs. Newmar said.
Blocks from the school, Conrad entered a quiet nook of town and stopped running. Once he turned a corner, Conrad came upon a retro muscle car with tinted windows, racing stripes, and mag wheels.
Conrad ripped a triumphant smile as he gazed at his reflection in the dark glass, too deep to see inside. Conrad reached for the chrome handle of the passenger door and entered the tricked-out vehicle, custom-made for a crime fighter.
“Ready to go to work? There’s some bad guys who need to be stopped,” said the Raven, dressed in full superhero regalia. The Raven shifted gears and punched the gas as Conrad reached for his Little Wing uniform and sidekick disguise.
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1 Comment »

  1. Cool! I was thinkng the teacher and her assistant were actually supervillains, and she had left to set a trap!

    Like

    Comment by ganymeder — June 26, 2016 @ 11:26 am | Reply


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