Potwatcher

Posted: May 7, 2014 in Flash Fiction, Superheroes

It wasn’t much of a power, not really. Not when you compared it to the ability to shoot death rays from your eyes or expel hurricane force winds from your lungs. All I can do is inhibit kinetic and chemical reactions when I focus on something. Not much of a power to stake your life on when mixing it up with the big boys. Even so, I was glad to have it when the car full of gunmen chasing me suddenly found their brakes didn’t work and they went crashing through the guardrail straight off the cliff.

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