“Yeah, Dad. The one where he flies.”
And then came the scene. Lois, buried in the rubble of the earthquake. The camera pulling back. Superman hanging his head. A single, anguished scream to the uncaring sky. Then, the impossible: he flies up. He circles the Earth. He turns back time.
Leo slipped inside. His father sat in a recliner, facing a blank TV. His eyes were open but vacant, a light on in an empty house.
Every day, Leo’s father would sit by the window, hands fluttering like injured birds, and ask, “Did he fly yet? Did he turn back time?”
“Yeah, Dad. The one where he flies.”
And then came the scene. Lois, buried in the rubble of the earthquake. The camera pulling back. Superman hanging his head. A single, anguished scream to the uncaring sky. Then, the impossible: he flies up. He circles the Earth. He turns back time. internet archive superman 1978
Leo slipped inside. His father sat in a recliner, facing a blank TV. His eyes were open but vacant, a light on in an empty house. “Yeah, Dad
Every day, Leo’s father would sit by the window, hands fluttering like injured birds, and ask, “Did he fly yet? Did he turn back time?” hands fluttering like injured birds