Lois Lane's Testimony at the Inquest (Revision 3)

[Todd]

Revision 3

I hadn’t dated since the alien
invasion. Those days weren’t consumed by weather 
balloons or the Roswell conspiracies
of my parents; it was Doomsday 
and funerals, and a Pulitzer I never mention. 
In this world, love doesn’t fall from the sky.

My date’s hair was the pale gold of hay
from one of those flat states like Nebraska.
He had the full Midwestern
carry a pickup truck on his shoulders look; 
I guess I have a type—especially with the glasses
which always make them look smart,
and reminds me of how stupid I can be. I was done

being someone who needed saving. I was done
waiting for proof. If anything was to come of this,
I would have to create my own evidence.
I used a small caliber to reduce the risk 
to others and timed the shot with the champagne
they popped at the table. The cork flew

over my head. You learn to get down
when someone shoots one of them. I never
could get used to the ricochets, the rebounds.
It was a surprise when his blood bubbled up 
to fill my glass. Not sure how he managed it.
It doesn’t matter. Even when buried,
they always return.

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Edit 1: (Paul)
Edit 2: (CRNDLSM, Richard
Edit 3: Slight Adjustment to the Ending not worth a bump.

Revision 2

I hadn’t dated since the alien
invasion. Those days weren’t consumed by weather 
balloons or the Roswell conspiracies
of my parents; it was Doomsday 
and funerals, and a Pulitzer I never mention. 
In this world, love doesn’t fall from the sky.

My date’s hair was the pale gold of hay
from one of those flat states like Nebraska.
He had the full Midwestern
carry a pickup truck on his shoulders look; 
I guess I have a type—especially with the glasses
which always make them look smart,
and reminds me of how stupid I can be. I was done

being someone who needed saving. I was done
waiting for proof. If anything was to come of this,
I would have to create my own evidence.
I used a small caliber to reduce the risk 
to others and timed the shot with the champagne
they popped at the table. The cork flew
over my head. You learn to get down
when someone shoots one of them. I never
could get used to the ricochets, the rebounds.
It was a surprise when his blood bubbled up 
to fill my glass. Not sure how he managed it.



Revision 1

I hadn’t dated since the alien
invasion. In this world, 
love doesn’t fall from the sky.
He had that Midwestern
carry a pickup truck on his shoulders look; 
I guess I have a type—especially with the glasses
which always make them look smart,
and reminds me of how stupid I can be. I was done
being someone who needed saving.
So, I timed the shot with the champagne
they popped at the table. The cork flew
over my head. You learn to get down
when someone shoots one of them. I never
could get used to the ricochets, the rebounds.
It was a surprise when his blood bubbled up 
to fill my glass. Not sure how he managed it.

~~
Edit 1: (Paul)

Original

I hadn’t dated since the alien
invasion. In this world,
love doesn’t fall from the sky.
He had that Midwestern
carry a pickup truck on his shoulders look;
I guess I have a type. Especially the glasses
which always make them look smart—
reminds me of how stupid I once was. I wanted
to show that I wasn’t someone to save.
So, I timed the shot with the champagne
they opened at the table. The cork flew
over my head. You learn to get down
when someone shoots one of them. I never
could get used to the ricochets, the rebounds.
It was a surprise when his blood bubbled up 
to fill my glass. Not sure how he managed it.