It was 19:20.
The wind caressed her hair, slapped her. She kept closer as he could, I scratched. I looked ahead, trying to keep her in his arms despite the friction. Few minutes had passed, and we were already in Paris. A typical Parisian restaurant. The light of a candle. We ordered a good pinot noir, while we waited for the first.
"David ... how come?"
I knew that this was the first question.
"I have no idea."
"What do you mean? That is, you just got up one day and you realize can run faster than light? "
He had noticed that I was tapping with his finger on the table. I did not want live show, despite anything to say themselves.
"No, not so. Let's say it was a gradual thing. It started a week ago. I got up - and here we are - then I began to prepare myself ... and I realized they left the house five minutes earlier than usual. You know, my apartment, right? "
" Yeah, sure. "
I was surprised he was able to remain calm. This was not something comparable to his eyes a-a-blue-blue.
"Here, not there is long way to go in that hole. In short, The fact is that I left at 8:45 instead of 9:00 am as usual, although it has the usual actions. I noticed when I arrived at the office, and was deserted. So I decided to have a coffee. "
" And ...? the coffee was radioactive? "
" Do not you understand? Had already begun. So, I had queued to pay, the cashier. There were only 4 people ahead of me. It seemed an eternity that was passing between a client and another. "
" Ah. The same reason you're so nervous here at the restaurant? We ordered 5 minutes ago. "
I realized that I had begun to tap his finger on the table. A super-speed (or as we call it) had caused a groove on the wooden table, also visible from the tablecloth. I moved the cutlery to cover it and I continued my story.
"Exactly. It was not me to be fast. It was the others, all others, to be painfully slow. Only now, I realize what I felt crazy! "
" What do you mean? "
took the classic expression when he was preparing to chide. It was as if I was taking the crap that was going to say, and would be disappointed if it was not up to the expectations of his rebuke.
"I started screaming things like 'there are people who must go to work!' 'Mica do not want the night'. "
The rebuke had been strangled in her mouth. I had exceeded expectations.
"A part of me to say 'poor bastard', nothing happened. Nothing serious. "
In order to settle down in his chair, he dropped the heavy coat she had brought from Italy. It's cold, in the arms of David Express. Before it touches the ground, got up, picked it up on the fly and moved sull'attaccapanni. I returned to my seat, and she had not noticed anything.
"Well, it continued to grow as they spent their days. In the office I've even received compliments from Strazzini for 'unexplained increase in production '. "
Now I started playing the bread crumbs. Anna looked at me more serious and stiff.
"I went to pitch on Friday morning at 5. There was none. I was going to confirm my suspicion ... "
" That was not the world to have become slower, but it was you to be become like that cartoon character, Flash Gordon? "
" Flash. "
" Huh? "
"Flash and that's it. What runs with the red suit is Flash. The blond in the film with Ornella Muti is Flash Gordon. "
"Ah. There. By the way, apart from saving on travel, what are you going to do with these ... ahem. With these powers? "
The sarcasm of my girlfriend was legendary. I knew, after years of engagement, it was just a way of reacting to what they did not understand, or that she was sorry that made her angry, pretending to be stronger. Who knows which of the three options, in this case.
"You know 'faster than a speeding bullet'?"
He looked at his hand I got up, and I was careful to bandage wrapped around the palm. Also this time I would have exceeded his expectations.
"David ... what the fuck have you done?"
"The timing of my father. It is no use being faster than a bullet if you do not have the skin indestructible. "
"But ... you're an idiot! You almost shot me! Why not try to throw from the fifth floor, at this point? "
" A superpower at a time. "
I wonder what the French have thought that surrounded us. Who knows that in a ridiculous pantomime crude language like Italian have witnessed. Anna put her hands over her face, was holding the screaming. I was right to take her to a restaurant that way. I had hit a whole baguette that had crumbled into the basket. They were 19:45. We had already ordered seven minutes.
***
must have been the wine. Has been the atmosphere of Paris. It must have been the charm of superpowers. The fact is that when we entered the hotel at 23:40, I jumped. I swear on my collection of DVDs that I had no such intentions. I had booked the hotel because I was sure there would be too cold at night, to return to Italy ... on foot. The fact that he had a great desire, of course, was to my advantage. The preliminaries will last forever too much for a man, let alone for someone with my "patience". In any case I tried to control myself. My hand was a bad dog, but I tried not to notice. When we finally got to the point, I lost control. She had always been the woman of my dreams, and those eyes, so rare, so beautiful, made it even more valuable. I did not realize the time that had elapsed. But she did not fail to do with noticing.
"Did you come yet?"
"Oh."
"I mean ... you have already come? What kind of superpower do you have? "
He got out of bed, dressed himself. Quickly, it seemed that I had sent part of my superspeed.
"I'm going to make me walk."
"Anna ... it's cold outside!"
"Where's my coat?"
It was 23:45.
Marco Rizzo is not a member of the Italian Communists. He is a member of another caste, the Journalists, and writes comic books and comic books. His last two comic productions are "Ilaria Alpi - The Price of Truth" and "Debbie Dillinger: a ballad of love and death." E 'co-artistic director of the innovative anthology magazine published by Mono Tunuè and founded the site Comicus , which still does not sleep at night.
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