by Steve Jones » Wed Jan 09, 2013 8:31 pm
Steve sat cross-legged on the grass and closed his eyes. Images from the minds of passersby flitted past his mind's eye like a swarm of blinking fireflies. The first time he had tried this he couldn't believe he was doing it, not at the suggestion of that supposedly reforming supervillain. He still couldn't.
Damnit. Focus.
He concentrated, slowly bringing an object out of memory. The cartoon sketch of a rocket-ship took shape. A rocket-ship with fins. A red rocket-ship with fins. A red rocket-ship with orange fins. Each iteration was a greater strain, but with each there were fewer and fewer foreign images. By the time the ship breached the third dimension, his forehead was dripping sweat and his face tense with exertion.
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