Hallowe’en was only three days away. Kyle didn’t get invited to many parties, so when he received an invitation to Dahlia and Mark’s neighborhood costume party he was anxious. He was supposed to come as his favorite heroic character. Kyle didn’t know any.
Kyle was a news junky. He hated fiction. Myths were tedious distractions from the real world. In order to prepare for the party, he had to research. He rented superhero movies to discover the least offensive character. He settled on Alexander Hartdegen from H. G. Well’s ‘The Time Machine’. He immersed himself in Victorian culture and costume, right down to the bumbershoot.
On the night of the party Kyle looked more steampunk than superhero. As soon as it was dark he started walking to the party.
Fear morphed into excitement as he psyched himself up about the evening. It was something new. An adventure. A block away from the party it started to drizzle. He popped open his bumbershoot and pressed on.
Reaching the house he met up with Wonder Woman. This was his opportunity to make a good first impression with a chivalrous gesture.
“Evening ma’am,” said Kyle. “May I offer my bumbershoot?”
Wonder Woman slapped him in the face.
“Keep it to yourself, you pervert!”
Kyle skulked back home in the pouring rain. With any luck, he’d invent a time machine and make this evening go away.