art by Melissa Mead
by Bill Glover
"All things come round to him who will but wait." --Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
So here I sit, staring at a small portion of baked chicken with a side of carrots and potatoes in some sort of vinegary sauce. I have been coming to these things for ten years, and they always serve chicken, and always there is some odd flavored but nonetheless bland sauce on the vegetables.
I look up from my plate in time to see Captain Power make his way to the podium for the opening speech. The Nth Man, current president of the Society for Persons of Power (SPP), manages to help our founder and chairman emeritus up the low step with decorum. There's a long pause while Power shuffles his notes, so I take the opportunity to dump my chicken off onto the Checked Avenger's plate. He hasn't been eating well lately, and I try to be a good sidekick even if he's rarely aware I exist. When I first hooked-up with the Avenger last year, I had hoped that with his metaphysical bent and some time we might make a good team. But his powers are limited, and my own special ability is just too pervasive. About now I should probably explain that yes, the Checked Avenger does have a partner, a sidekick, but it's not common knowledge because of my own power. My power is the ability to be unnoticed, not invisible, not hidden, simply unremembered and unremarked. My name is Edward Smith. I'm toying with calling myself "Unremark-Ed" but it would only be for my own amusement.