Faster Than A Speeding Bullet

8.17am

His favourite time of day.

For the 7.25 seconds it took the lift to ascend from the eighth to the ninth floor, Clark was alone.

No emergencies; no catastrophes; the asbestos and lead lining of the elevator blocked out the world and its troubles. Bliss.

Since faking his death, Clark had kept a low profile, his current job slowly sucking the life out of him like Kryptonite.

But now was me time. He pulled the limp wad of vinyl from his satchel; inflated it in one breath.

An Anytime Annie Deluxe Love Doll.

He got through five a week.