CLEO / SUPER-GIRL
Click. Click. Click. Click.
Click.
The train forced itself over another rung of train track.
Click.
Each pending beat drumming her heart into a rhythm so repetitive that it was painful.
Repetitive. Ordinary. Painfully ordinary.
But somehow not quite as painful as each meter the train gained becoming so much less than what it was. Reduced.
Reduced to a single click.
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