New Year's Day came as it always does, and I woke to find myself still looking for Shelby and Krypto to greet me. It's been centuries, and still, I wake every morning anticipating their breath on my face, jumping onto the bed to wake Lois and I. Lois. My body chills as my heart stops and aches. My mind is flooded with her memory, her smile, her eyes, her smell and sounds, even the snores; I chuckle to myself. Every morning is the same, every morning my stomach drops to reality; she's gone. They're all gone.
I look around our bedroom on the farm, unchanged all these years. Her ID badge hangs from the vanity mirror, her brush and comb are still matted with hair; she never did like to clean. Her favorite shoes are still lined up outside the closet door, and my one pair of loafers and one pair of slippers are still beside hers. I walk to slip my feet into the ancient slippers and look up at our wedding photos. I stare into her smiling eyes for what feels like an eternity; once, I froze for three days. I didn't notice the time passing and was jarred by a stampede of horses that broke through the neighbor's fences into my fields. Some mornings, most mornings, I don't glance at the photos surrounding me, fearing I may be immobile in memory, again.
Kent Farm is still operational, and though the Smallville I remember may be long gone, I still maintain the memory of this farm and simpler days. However, as I have watched this world change and evolve over the centuries, I wonder about my place in Smallville - and on this planet.
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IMMORTAL SUPERMAN
FanfictionKal-El, Clark, is approaching his 300th birthday but still appears as a mid-fifties farmer in Smallville. His wife and his beloved friends and teammates are long gone. With only Diana and the Amazons as his familiar comfort, Superman reflects on his...
