‘It’s ruined.’
‘What is?’
‘My costume. Look at it, outside, drying, ruined.’
Beverly Kingannan looked at her cousin, Vince, sitting in the armchair by the window, his head in his hands. ‘Costume?’ She asked, not really wanting to know.
‘Yes, my costume,’ Vince wailed, flinging both of his arms in the general direction of the double doors that led to the patio outside, ‘I’m the Red Spider. Me. That new superhero who’s been helping people lately, only I can’t do it anymore. Ruined.’
‘The Red… you?’ Beverly looked at Vince again, ‘what exactly do you mean, ruined?’
‘My costume,’ he moaned, ‘my career, my life.’
Dismissing her doubts that her cousin actually was this Red Spider, she asked, ‘but ruined how?’
Vince stood, grabbed Beverly by her hand, and led her out to the patio. ‘Look,’ he pointed again, ‘ruined. I can’t wear that. My reputation will be in tatters. It’s pink. All the red has run through the white bits.’
‘Isn’t that a wetsuit?’ Beverly bit the inside of her cheek.
‘Yes, it’s a wetsuit. A faulty one. Have you ever heard of a wetsuit’s colours running when it gets wet? Mine has. Look at it. Ruined.’
‘But it’s mostly pink.’ Beverly said thoughtlessly.
‘It was mostly white, with that red section over the chest, shoulders, and back.’ Vince seethed.
‘But if it was mostly white, why the Red Spider?’
‘It was a gimmick name. But no more.’
‘You could be the Pink…’
Vince glared and went back inside.
Posted for The Unicorn Challenge, a magical challenge hosted by Jenne Gray and C E Ayr. They provide a photo, and we, in turn, provide something, anything, up to 250 words.
Has the Red Spider’s superhero career finished before it has even began? Will the Pink Spider be hitting the streets soon? And what is Vince’s surname? These questions, and possibly many, many, more may or may not be answered – we will merely have to wait and see…
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