I walked down the road and saw the red car swerve and hit the friendly neighbourhood Spider-Man. I couldn’t believe it! The fellow from the movies, that guy you thought lived in Manhattan, actually lived in Ireland. I looked at the superhero reduced to a pile of crushed arms and legs.
So much for spider senses, I said as I walked along the curb and went home. I then heard on the news that night that there was a red car gone rogue and hitting random people on the street. I realised how lucky I was. Then I saw Spider-Man come on the TV and pictured Spider-Man in a crumpled heap on the road .