Written from a dream, although I changed some things for narrative purposes.

They stored dead superheros here, although the only part of that sentence that was remotely accurate was “here”.

They sat or perched or lounged or lay, lined up on the wall/floor like chess pieces, their uniforms relics of bygone eras or echos of times that may have never been.

Some had been super, or would be.  Some had been or might be heroes, or at least called that.    Continue reading →