I never created Superman characters.
Worry formed in Reverend Amos Howell's eyes when Martha approached her bed and fell on it. ''Martha?'' He ran to the bed as she faced him and smiled. If the woman responsible for displaying kindness... Taking Amos in when his master viewed him as useless. ''Martha?''
''I'm going to be fine, Amos.''
One shooting star caused the preacher's eyes to widen.
Amos frowned and began to shut his eyes. He opened them a few seconds later. He viewed Martha's other sudden smile.
Amos smiled with her.
Tears appeared in Reverend Howell's eyes.
Amos nodded at the sky when Martha recovered.
THE END