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League of Married Gentlemen: My Power Revealed At Last!

As you know if you’ve been following my blog over the past several months, I’ve been trying to find out what kind of special powers or abilities my wedding ring has granted me. I’ve been really eager to take my official place in the League of Married Gentlemen!

I can finally say that I’ve discovered my special ability, and it’s incredible: I have the power to create life.

Yes, it’s true. There is, right now, a new human being growing inside my wife, and it’s my doing. I’m a hero!

I’m thrilled. Couldn’t be happier. This is better than super speed or strength, the ability to fly, telekinesis… Anything. I’m going to be a daddy!

We’re due in early April, and so excited. Our families are excited, too. For my parents, it’ll be the first grandchild, and for Larissa’s parents it’s their third.

Now I just have to think of a good superhero name to go with my newfound power. Any suggestions?

League of Married Gentlemen: Reflexes

Who would have thought, at this point, that I might come across a lead for such a mainstream power as heightened reflexes?

I’ve been trying for almost five months to find out what special abilities have been locked away in my wedding ring. As time has passed, I’ve been getting more and more antsy, trying to figure out where I will fit in to the esteemed League of Married Gentlemen. Every time I think I’ve uncovered a clue, it turns out to be nothing.

Maybe not this time!

Yesterday was the first day of the new ball hockey season. On Mondays a bunch of guys from church and some of our friends gather in a small gym to do battle. After a long summer of inadequate exercise, I had a tough time catching my breath, and I was huffing and puffing after only a few shifts. That’ll get better in a week or two, though.

Image from cheezburger.com.

At one point in the game, though, I was back-checking and stepped on the blade of an opposing player’s stick. My feet were taken out from under me and I spun through the air, landing completely unharmed on my side. (Well, I was a tad winded, but that was as much psychological as physical, I think; I was startled!)

What I took out of that event was that in a moment of extreme danger, some kind of cat-like reflexes saved me from landing on my head, which would have been certain doom. Now all I have to do in order to confirm my danger-induced super reflexes is jump off the stairs around the back of our apartment. My instincts will kick in, I’ll land on my hands and feet, and the newest Super Husband will join the fold!

Wish me luck.

Ok, I got scared and didn’t do it.

An Excerpt from “Feel-Good”

Haven’t downloaded my latest mini-book, Feel-Good, yet? You should! It’s free reading, and if the opinions of previous readers count for anything, it’s good reading, too.

If you need a bit more incentive, here’s an excerpt from Hands-On, the short story that anchors the collection. Enjoy!


Excerpt From Hands-On

He was waiting for me on the beach below Dallas Road. Like a good animal rights hippie, he was dressed entirely in synthetic fabrics and was munching on a carrot stick. As I crossed the sand and logs that separated us, I saw a seagull swoop down and perch on a rock fifteen feet away from him, eyeing his food. He watched it like a cornered dog. For someone who apparently cared so much about wildlife, he didn’t appear to have an especially close connection with it.

He was still staring nervously at the seagull when I said, “Hello.”

He jumped. “Oh!”

I extended my hand. “Shawn Scott.”

He had a handshake like wilted celery. “Um, Sunrise McCrery.”

I handed him a folder. “Here’s your team. We had some extra manpower, so we upgraded you to a team of four at no extra charge.”

His hands were shaking slightly as he opened the folder and flipped through the papers, but there was a determined glint in his eyes. He really wanted to free this tiger. I waited for a few minutes as he scanned through the information I’d given him.

“Um?” he said.

“You have a question?”

He cleared his throat. “I, um, I realize this may be an odd request…”

“We get plenty of those,” I assured him.

“This, um, the Baconmancer…”

One of Ian’s stupid nicknames. It had begun as a way to keep our guys’ real names a secret, and turned into an outlet for Innis’s juvenile sense of humour. “What about him?” I said. “It’s all in there. He makes bacon appear out of thin air, cooked any way you like. It’s good bacon.”

“Um, I’m sure it is, for people who like that sort of thing.” He put enough vehemence into those words to scare away the seagull, which had hopped closer and had been just about to snag a chunk of carrot. “But you see, I’m a vegan, and I’m not sure, um, I’m not sure I’d be comfortable working with, um, a pig murderer, you see.”

“Oh, don’t worry at all,” I reassured him. “He’s never hurt a pig in his life. I’m completely serious when I say his bacon appears out of thin air. It’s… call it synthetic bacon, if it helps. Besides, he doesn’t eat the stuff, either. A lifetime of overexposure to bacon has turned him into a vegetarian.”

He twisted his mouth up as he thought it over. “I see,” he said. “Well, I suppose he will be fairly useful for, um, for luring the target out of its cage, um, I suppose.”

“A keen tactical insight.”

He perked up a bit at the compliment.

“I’ll have the group meet you at midnight along the highway to Sooke,” I continued. “The spot is marked out on a map in the folder. As far as their abilities go, use them in whatever way seems necessary. If nothing else, they’ll do what they’re told, and they can do their share of heavy lifting. Well, except for AFO. His arms tend to come off sometimes.”

“Um?”

“Don’t worry; he can reattach them. But it’s a hassle. Best to let him drive or something, I’d say.”

“Oh, right.”

“If you have any trouble, give me a call. You know my number.”

I turned and walked back to my car.


Read the rest of Hands-On by downloading Feel-Good.