Meadowville, Part 1

Miranda says she's fine, so she's fine.

Welcome to Olympus City Meadowville, where super-powers, physics-defying tech, and unearthly creatures are all possible now everything is nice and normal. Human nature, however, remains unchanged.

No one is born a perfect superhero, but a few strive to live up to the ideal anyway especially not in this town, but an imperfect superhero was born here and has returned for a visit.

Part 1

Bianca agreed to pick Miranda up at the airport, but it took some convincing. Miranda had thought it would be an easy sell, given that anywhere qualified as an airport for Ultra Woman. Even Bianca’s backyard was as good a runway as any other. Bianca, evidently, did not care for Miranda’s expansive definition of airport and would have preferred the traffic, crowds, waiting, and all other headaches associated with a narrower interpretation of the word.

“So, our parents once again threw away their money on your plane ticket,” Bianca said as Miranda tossed her travel bag in the trunk of the hatchback. “How much have they wasted on airfare now?”

Miranda smirked in a way that was certain to annoy her sister. “I prefer to think of it not as a waste but as an investment in their peace of mind.”

Bianca slipped in behind the wheel and blew out a long sigh. “And now I have to lie to everyone about where I’ve been today.”

“Not if you choose your words correctly,” Miranda said, plopping down in the passenger’s seat.

“Still a lie by omission. Or is that not the sort of truth and justice Ultra Woman fights for?”

Affected innocence spread across Miranda’s face. “Thank you for picking me up from the airport, Bianca.”

Grumbling, Bianca pulled out of the narrow driveway, and her cozy starter house faded into the distance. Within a year, she’d move into a new home and embark on married life. The impending transformation seemed surreal to Miranda, who had once tackled fifty-foot chickens.

“What’s bothering you?” Bianca asked.

“What makes you think anything’s bothering me?”

“Ah, I see. That’s how you justify it. You can’t say, ‘Nothing is bothering me,’ because that would be a lie. So instead, you twist it around into a rhetorical question, because questions can’t be lies, can they?”