Clark Kent’s Last Day

SupermanBy the time Clark Kent reaches his desk, the clock that serves as the heartbeat of the Daily Planet reads, 8:05. He is late for work.  Again.

Editor-in-chief Perry White is, as always, furious. He barks, “KENT!!” but quickly softens to “Clark, please step into my office.”

The man of steel threads his way through the phalanx of metal desks toward Perry’s office. As he passes Lois Lane, he gently runs a fingertip across her shoulder. Her body quakes. She is crying.

She looks up, her eyes red and moist, “Oh Clark!”

“We’ll talk later,” he whispers.

That’s when she loses it.

Jimmy Olsen rises from his desk, “Clark, I just want to say…” then he too loses it.

Throughout the newsroom, typewriters fall silent. Co-workers stare or look away. Catherine “Cat” Grant cries openly. She always had eyes for Clark but never could hold a candle to Lois. It is too late now, her light is going out. Only one reporter is having a good day, Clark’s rival, ace reporter John Corben.

The irascible Perry White gestures for Clark to hustle but his heart isn’t in it.  As Clark enters his office, Perry places a hand on his shoulder and softly closes the door. “Son, I hate doing this but I’m not going to pull any punches. You’re out.”

“But why?”

“Why? You are never here, that’s why?”

“But boss…”

“Kid, you’ve missed fifty of the last fifty Superman stories. How can we hang onto a guy with such a sorry track record?”

“I could do sports.”

“There is nothing to say, Clark. We’ve had our differences but that’s not it. It’s no secret the newspaper business isn’t what it used to be.” Perry hands Clark his severance envelop and motions for Gus from security to escort him out of the building.

“Gus, give me a moment would you?” Clark asks.

The guard checks over his shoulder, “Sure, but just a moment.”

Clark approaches Lois. She hides her face in her hands. Her fingers glisten with tears.

“Lois, don’t worry everything will be fine.”

She refuses to look up.

“Honey, you know what I do part-time. I’m taking it full-time. I’ll be saving the world 24 x 7.”

She still refuses to face him. “How are you going to do that, Clark?”


“Who will pay?”

“For what? Saving the world?”

“It’s a hobby, Clark, a HOBBY!!.”

“I’ll make it pay, Lois. I’ll get corporate sponsors. Heck, with a little twist of graphics the letter ‘S’ could stand for SONY.”

“Oh Clark, it’s your dream, not mine.” She breaks down completely. “I can’t take it anymore. You always flying off to chase your dream. I want a life, Clark, a LIFE. We are through,.. through…” Her voice trails off.

The clack of John Corben’s typewriter stops abruptly. He glares across the newsroom at the old man in the security uniform. ”Gus?” he says. His tone is unmistakable.

Gus’s demeanor remains gentle but his grip is firm. “Time to go.”

At the door, Clark takes a final look around. The hub-bub of the newsroom has returned to normal. Life goes on.

Lois picks up a blank sheet of paper and attempts to feed it into her typewriter. It crinkles on one side and catches in the roller.

John Corben comes to her aid.

Author: Almost Iowa

18 thoughts on “Clark Kent’s Last Day”

  1. Inspired and funny.
    ‘Course, you know one part would grate for fem me: Lois comes off looking pretty bad. If you’re gonna go that route, you shoulda’ had Lana Lane pop from behind the door, where she’s been waiting ten feet off every day since teenhood, applying fresh makeup every hour, ever hopeful for sloppy seconds.

    1. I am solidly in Lois’s camp. She was right to dump his ass. I couldn’t tell you how many people I have known over the years who pull the plow of life alone so that their spouse can follow their dreams. Most novelists, most athletes, most actors, most musicians fail…. and who has pulled the plow for a pipe-dream?

      You go grrl, I say, at least John Corben has a freak’n job that pays the rent.

        1. Naw, give the girl a break. Let Corben spring for the rent for a while. She’s been supporting superman for Pete sake and now she needs a little Lois money. I mean really, the girl has been wearing the same dress for fifty years.

  2. My newspaper job was part time, but it still hurt when I got corporate downsized last year. And the other part time job — book writing — might as well by a hobby!

  3. “It’s a hobby, Clark, a HOBBY!” What writer hasn’t heard those words. Maybe not spoken aloud. But there, in the undercurrent of those who don’t understand the passion and need to write.

  4. Yet again another well crafted tale. Superb…the annoying thing today is that most of the writers I follow are, like you on top of their game yet I sit here with an empty head…bollocks!

    1. Mike, anytime you are in need of a tale, ask yourself, “What will Carruthers do next?” You have a deep reservoir of characters at your disposal. 🙂

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