Aerial Delusions

Frank nursed his last cigarette with care, took another look at the scene, and then shook his head.

“What do we got here—woah!” Anderson said as he crossed the police tape.

“His name was Charlie,” Frank said taking another draw, “Twenty-seven years old. Had an unhealthy obsession with superheroes.”

“That would explain the Superman costume. So he jumped?”

“Thought he could fly.”

“When will these kids ever learn?”

“Not any time soon. These guys grow up not knowing what’s real and what’s not. I blame the liberals.”

“Sad,” Anderson shook his head, “Up for IHOP after this?”

“You know it!”