Waiting for Super Heroes

           I don’t know where I am.  I could be in a village, or a small town, or a city.  Either way, the only thing I know is that I was walking and then I stopped to look up at the sky.  I’m waiting.  I’m waiting for a hero, like the super heroes on television.  Superman, Batman, Spiderman, Ironman, and the list can go on.  I’m waiting.  But I know that no super hero is coming to save me because they are not real.  But I wait because I have false hope.  I’m waiting.  I know that I am going to die waiting for nothing because there are no super heroes.