Whispering Bells

Blue Moon, you saw me standing alone.
Without a dream in my heart.
Without a love of my own.

Prologue: Blue Moon

The repetitive churning of her dead engine was no more familiar than the mysterious cut on her forehead. Not surprisingly, however, neither fact was what concerned Lois Lane. It was the idea that she had no recollection of anything prior to turning her key into the ignition. Almost as if she had fallen asleep doing so only to wake up and not understand how she had come to doing it.

Releasing the key, leaving it in the ignition, and momentarily watching the giant 'S' on the chain twirl, Lois reached across the passenger seat and gathered her purse into her lap. She forced open the metallic clasp and, digging through her assortment of junk (a lipstick, wallet, hairbrush, two pens, and a notebook), pulled out the beeper Perry had bought her for Christmas, him saying it was the only way he would be able to find out where she was. Lucky for her, however, the communication device seemed jammed and unwilling to respond to her frustrated shaking.

"Damn," she murmured, dropping it back in before proceeding to chuck the purse onto her dashboard in misplaced anger.

She leaned back, folding her arms across her chest, pondering the miscellaneous thoughts that ran through her mind, trying to recall anything that may lead to a hint as to how she had come to her current predicament before she gave up and kicked open her door, grabbing a pack of cigarettes from her glove compartment.

The cool evening air surprised her, as did the sweet smell of summer as it blew through the long grass in the field surrounding the road and past her. Lois stuck a cigarette into her mouth, advancing toward the field, as she noted the road where she was parked contained no signs nor street lamps: only tall phone lines that stretched further down than she could see.

Lois stopped short in her observation as she caught sight of a young man standing far up ahead, not facing her. There as no sign of any transportation he could have used, leaving Lois to conclude that there was a town somewhere nearby within walking distance. What startled her, however, was the familiarity of the boy: there was something about him that made her want to call out his name as if she knew it. But then there was also an unfamiliarity about him; especially in the way he held himself.

Never before had she seen someone who looked so comfortable in their own skin. He appeared ready to take on the world, and as silly as it sounded, invincible. He looked prepared for any challenge thrown at him, capable of solving anything as long as it meant something to someone else.

Not even Superman had this kind of confidence.

But in between his God-like pose: the way he held his arms and how his head lolled on his neck, gave off the impression that he had been willingly defeated in something. Not at all bitter about the loss, but affected enough to feel safe to let his guard down in a place where he thought he was alone, causing Lois to feel as though she were walking in on him.

He suddenly sucked in a deep breath, a breath that seemed to draw all the grass toward him and change the course of the wind as he filled the span of his lungs and gazed up at the night sky.

Lois faltered in her approach, the cigarette slipping from between her lips, and for the split second that her eyes left the boy to instinctively seek out her Lucky Strike, he vanished, leaving Lois with the breeze and the endless starry sky with the thousands of irreplaceable, glittering diamonds and the damn cigarette that may have cost her her only ticket to nearby civilization.