The Elite Force of Britain: a group of superheroes who joined together to eradicate problem after problem. Recently, the team have been somewhat otherwise engaged. Some are now speculating missing in action. Rumours had it that some superheroes were off-world on a secret mission – a fact now seemingly discounted by N.A.S.A. (the North Atlantic Spaceways Agency; they always get confused with the other NASA) and other folk say the superheroes are busy dealing with more home-grown issues. Supervillains United are having a field day with their arch nemesises being ‘elsewhere’… and ‘ordinary’ folk are now getting slightly worried… Here are two letters from concerned citizens, both coincidentally named Emily (the second letter was found discarded in a tip outside the EFB Secret Headquarters) (the authenticity of both letters has yet to be determined):

Dear Superheroes,

Where are you?

Why have you deserted us?

Mrs Jones, my teacher, says you have gone to teach us all a lesson. To tell us not to rely on others but to trust in ourselves and do our own thing.

I don’t believe it.

My friend, Curtis Ooma, was rescued by you once. He couldn’t help himself. He was seven. He was trapped when the dam exploded. Without you. He’d have gone.

Mrs Jones says the dam exploded because of you, but I don’t believe that. She says it is all in the natural balance of things, and with you not being here the balance will be restored. I haven’t said anything to her, but how can you not being here cause balance? And how can all those evil baddies create balance?

I don’t trust what I’m being told. What I see doesn’t match what should be. If I can see that, at eight years old, why can’t grown ups? I’ve always known that trust is the biggest virtue, but what is trust when there is nothing to back it up?

Where are you?

Please come back and let me trust again.

Let me believe again.

I’m lost without you.

And I’m not the only one.

Love, Emily.

Dear Superheroes,

Where are you?

My name is Emily and I’m nine years old and last week my pet Tiddles got stuck up a tree and Daddy had to climb up and rescue her because it was wet and because it was wet he slipped and fell out and broken his arm.

Tiddles jumped down just afterwards but daddys arm is now very sore and you could have helped if you’d have been here like you did with Monster last year.

Please write back to me and let me know you are OK.

My favourite superhero is Crimson Songbird as red is my favourite colour.

Thank you

Emily

Aged 9

And Tiddles

Aged 1¼


Posted by Tom Merriman

A future writer living in the present day

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  1. Bless Emily’s heart. She is in need of the hero’s coming at the right time not being on vacation or where ever they are. And so sorry for her Dad ,but he was trying to be a hero.That poor cat could have gotten down himself and none of this would have happened. Cats do have 9 lives you know.

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    1. They do indeed, Beverly!
      And Emily’s Dad wanted to help, and be the hero for Emily. He still is, by the way, just not Tree-Climbing Man, as she thought he was at the time!

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  2. Has the cat been overshadowed by the villains to do their dastardly work ?

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    1. Evidence is pointing that way, Raili…

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  3. Amazing what kids write when they get down to it! 🙂

    I too have a Emily in my life and these letters remind me of her during her childhood! 🙂

    God Bless!

    Prenin.

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    1. I’m pleased my Emily has provoked memories of your Emily, Prenin! 😀

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  4. Well, I think that you’re going to have to go out and find those Super Heroes Tom. Emily needs them.
    Perhaps they don’t realise that they’re required to be on the job and holidays can only be taken when arranged with the head of Superheroes.

    Or … maybe . . . The Superheroes don’t realise that they’re Superheroes. Heroes never think they’re Heroes. The just see themselves as doing a job which no one else was doing so they step up and do the job required.
    To them … that’s not being a Superhero, it’s just being a human being amongst many human beings. The only difference they see is that they’re the the (right) place at the (right) time and so find themselves doing that ‘job’ which no one else who’s there is either capable of doing or are not sure about wading in and sorting out the problem.

    Maybe you need to take them on one side and explain that it is they who are the Superheroes you’re talking about. I reckon they don’t know and this is why they’ve gone swanning off on their holibobs!

    This is all just a thought … and it might be a wrong ‘un. But you’re clever enough to know the reasons your Superheroe’s are MIA.

    Happy Friday. Hope your weekend will be awe inspiring. (Don’t forget to go out with your camera!)
    😀 ~ Cobs. 🌻 🌻 🌻

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    1. You see, Cobs, these superheroes know they are superheroes, warts and all. They take part in promotional photo shoots and public appearances and… and… I’ve just realised – if they know they are superheroes and love the attention that comes with that – then WHERE are they???

      If only I knew where they are MIA – I’d make it so they came back once and for all (for Emily’s sake if nobody elses!) 🙂

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      1. Well Tom, if I happen to spot someone with a Super Hero T.shirt or top on, 🏋️‍ I’ll be sure to tell them you’re looking for them and point them in the right direction.
        Squidges ~ Cobs. 🍂 🍁

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        1. Thank you very much, Cobs. Every little thing helps. There are reports coming in that they may have been spotted – but the reports are very sketchy at best…

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  5. Uh-oh. I hope the superheroes make it back on duty soon, for Emily’s sake.

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    1. I know, Diane. Events such as these can turn folk into supervillains…

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