The third in my one 100 word story a day for a 100 days challenge - let me know what you think...
Escaping one reality for another was easier than you'd think. Even with the holes that had been punched in the barriers by the likes of the Fantastic Four or Doctor Strange, I expected there to be some resistance.
But it was remarkably easy.
The machine that I had liberated from one of Doctor Doom's many cache's in and around New York City must've been made to exploit these holes.
Now, if it hadn't dropped me in another land of superheroes I would've been a happy woman. But there are people in spandex every which way, and I swear I just saw someone fly overhead with their underpants on the outside of their costume.
Well, here we go again…