He could hear the exclamation inside his mind.
“Don’t look back!”
He ran and fought off the curiosity to look behind him at his foe. He figured he must have many lengths between him and her but each moment he was just about to let up…
“Run!” And it was like the flip of a turbo switch, at least in his mind.
The sweat ran down his face, his breathing becoming forced and shallower. He tired, he could feel it engulf him.
He could hear laughing. Why? What was so funny? He wanted to look back.
That is when the arms of his foe grasped him, his body shut down, fully overcome by the tiredness while his cape broke from free from his neck.
“Honey, you are so funny.”
“Mom,” he said, “I’m a superhero, not funny;” the thought of milk and cookies became the new focus of his mind as his mother hugged him.
Rufus, the sheep dog, got up off from the superhero’s cape.