This is the first time in a long time that I’ve had the time, energy, and Internet access to do the Sunday Photo Fiction story. Hopefully, though, I can continue this from now on though.
“You know, Harry,” I said, sitting down on a bench overlooking the lake. “This is where I went to camp when I was young. That’s when I found I had powers.”
“Is this like how you say you have eyes on the back of your head?” my son Harry asked.
“Kind of,” I said. “Except I could use my mind to move things. I was out one night and suddenly—POW!—a boulder almost fell on me. I picked it up with my mind and threw it in the lake. SPLASH!”
“So, you’re like a Superdad?” Harry asked, skepticism oozing from his expression. “Well, do something now to prove it.”
“Ooh sorry, I’m retired now. Being a father and all, you know.”
“Yeah. Can we get ice cream now?”
“Sure,” I said. Harry stood up and walked towards the roadside ice cream stand.
“You almost had him there,” a middle-aged man sitting nearby commented.
“I don’t know; kids are pretty shrewd these days. Excuse me for a moment.” I could see a swimmer across the lake struggling in deep water. I pulled him into the shallows, turned and nodded to the man, then followed Harry to get ice cream.