ME
Meet me at Coney Island
PETE
It's late. The park'll be closed.
ME
Kinda the point. I have something to show you.
He showed in a short enough amount of time I knew he hadn't taken the subway.
"Hi. Wow. That's awesome." He referred to my handiwork. "Must have taken you forever."
"It required some planning. And it's not the only announcement I have." He raised his eyebrows.
"Really?"
"I enrolled in an online college. I want a degree in English. Thinking about writing."
I saw his expression and laughed.
"What? You don't think I could make it as an author?"
"I just am surprised that's what you're interested in. I mean, good for you."
"You might not guess it, but I can have a real way with words if you open me up." I thought for a moment. "Not unlike a music box. You hand out the key to your box as if it's nugatory. I designate my friends with selectiveness of an eminent level." He beamed.
"I'd read your book."
"You might be in it." I ran my fingers through my hair and stared into the deep sky. "I'm feeling some ice cream. Come on, we deserve it.
"Actually, there's a gelato place not far from here. I know the owner, he's great. Swinging or walking?" I admired my masterpiece a little longer and turned to him, sliding my arm across his shoulders.
"Let's walk." When we reached the park entrance we scaled it together, leaving a web across the street lamps up to the top of the ferris wheel. It waved gently back and forth in the wind like a sail of a home bound ship. Tomorrow, people would see it. They would take pictures. They would fight and theorize, but for now, it was just for us. The pale, moon lit letters stretched over yards to spell out to New York;
I am
SPIDER-WOMAN