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A Super Kind of Woman Flashback

Greg Prince
9 min readApr 27, 2019


Wanda’s concussion replays recent events repeatedly in her sleep.

Wanda’s eyes closed as she lay her head back to the ground. The impact devastated her. 13 hours of sleep helped to heal most of the light concussion from her sky fall but unconsiousness crept over her again.

Charge rested on Wanda’s chest. Her feline curiosity rested in finding Wanda. The cat’s warmth and thoughts transferred in electrical osmosis conducted through their touch and closeness

Wanda’s mind returned to playback every detail from the last day and a half:

She stood in a puddle of chemicals in the parking lot of this supermarket no warning was sounded. A flash and spark are all she felt. The bolt of electricity is sudden and intense.

Deafening thunder crashes around her but she hears only her heartbeat.

Wanda feels nothing and everything in the same instant. Every sense is magnified in extreme and overwhelming, vibrating energy.

She is standing on solid air hovering over the ground. A column of atomic fission raises her spreading crackles of blue and white magnificent static, a spiderweb surrounding her body.

Without knowing she knows. The power is now hers. Willing the flow of ionic force to withdraw and return to her center she gently floats back to the asphalt.

There is no thunderstorm. Was it heat lightning? Wanda isn’t sure but she is aware and awake. Brain is faster. Body is stronger.

Small sparks jump around her iris and cornea.

Looking around the parking lot it’s empty of possible witnesses. She has become. Wanda is full of questions. But she knows hers is now the power to will and do beyond measure.

“Hey, mama. You hot. What you got for daddy?”

Wanda turns to see him towering over her. He must be over 6 feet tall, drunk, pale white, and smelling like the inside of a rotting pair of molded boots. Where did he come from?

“Saw you standing by your car. Knew you must’ve needed a man. Cuz you lookin’ like you lost.”

Wanda lost her voice in fear. The terror of attack confronting her in shameless bold now.



Greg Prince

Bringing real feelings along with messages of inspiration and imagination to life. Awakening is the symptom of my infectious condition. Poetry is my condition.