This picture was actually a prompt for a Friday Fictioneers story a few weeks ago, but I got another idea, so here it is.
I’m making a huge golf ball for Superman. Because literally nothing normal is good enough for that guy.
“Hole-in-one, first try,” he said, puffing out his chest.
“You know it won’t fit in the hole, right?” I said.
“I’m not playing on a golf course, though. I’m aiming for an open manhole on the Champs-Élysées. That’s in Paris, France,” he added, with his typical super-smirk.
So here I am building this dang thing while he goes to find a 3-ton golf club, because why not, right?
I’m even filling it with TNT, just because he wants the extra challenge.