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Golden Age, Episode 2, Part 3

The Correspondent

People always talk about where they were when they first heard about The Correspondent. She came out of nowhere and tried to make a difference. Some saw her as a beacon of hope, others as a sign of how far down the slope we had come. I never paid attention to all of that. I was too busy. Too busy working to pay my bills, too busy trying to figure out life. I was seventeen when it started. I was The Correspondent. This is my story.


When I entered the house my mom was waiting for me. She was dressed in her work gear; khaki pants, a white polo and a yellow apron. She looked tired.

“Hey, Elle,” she said, “How are you?”

“Good?” I said, confused by her tactics.

She laughed and sat down at the kitchen table. I joined her and started fiddling with the placemat.

“You’re are not in trouble,” she said, “I just wanted to give you the news before you heard it elsewhere.”

My mom starts fiddling with her placemat. Guess that is where I picked that up.

“The Rat is going to be released. There wasn’t enough evidence to hold him. His lawyers are very good and very corrupt,” she started crying as she continued, “I don’t know what to do. He took my husband and I am afraid he will come after you.”

Seeing my mom cry has always been a weakness of mine. I started crying, trying to hold it in just led to ugly bursts of sobbing so I let it out.

“It’s going to be ok. He can’t get to us, he doesn’t know where we live and even if he did, I would stop him.”

My mom looked at me, “You’ve been going out again haven’t you?”

I didn’t see the benefit in lying. I wasn’t good at it and I would never be good at it.

“Yes,” I looked down at the table, “I just want to do good.”

“Mendez told me that there had been reports of The Correspondent being made. I figured that I wouldn’t be able to get you to stop so I have decided to help.”

To say I was shocked was an understatement. My mom had always been supportive of me, but I thought that have a teenage superhero might have pushed her over the edge.

Mom continued, “There are a few ground rules we need to set. First, let me know when you are headed out. Send me a text as you head off so I know that you are ok. Second, you have to get better grades or the heroing will have to stop.”

She had a point. My grades had been suffering.

“And last, you need to ask for help if you need it. No more haring off after a villain when you could call the police for help. Mendez will help you.”

I didn’t want to agree, but this was my best chance of getting back in the hero game without having to sneak around. And I had already told myself that I needed to not be afraid to involve the police.

I agreed to my mom’s terms, which surprised her, and we started making dinner. While my mom went to pick up dad from his adult daycare I went to the alcove to retrieve a few things.

Dinner was made and on the table when my parents got back. My dad was exhausted and didn’t talk a whole lot during the meal. My mom seemed distracted and I was trying to figure out my latest mystery. After dinner we watched a movie, which almost felt normal.

After the movie my mom had to get my dad ready for bed and I was left on couch with my laptop. I pulled up Acme’s website and started reading the new blog posts.

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Dylan Reed has always been interested in a good story. Raised without a TV he spent a lot of time with books and loves reading. Dylan has been a professional entertainer, studied commercial diving, and loves random trivia. He brings all of this and more together in his stories.