At the risk of sounding unAmerican, I have never been a big fan of comic books or graphic novels (with one notable exception).
Superhero movies don't do much for me either. In spite of that I think I have seen a dozen of them, and half of those were about Batman. (Yes, I know he isn't a superhero. But he is, of course, the World's Greatest Detective.)
I believe I have only seen one superhero movie in a theatre, and that was by accident. The film I came to see broke so I agreed to see Superman II instead. Didn't much care for it.
But a few years ago I was thinking about the public's love for such characters and an odd thought popped into my head: What if someone thought they had a super power? Well, that might be interesting.
Of course, it would have to a pretty minor super power. If you thought you could fly or become invisible you would soon be disillusioned. After some thought I wrote this opening:
When Randolph was six years old, he discovered he could control gravity.
He figured this out one rainy day when his mother told him that, no, he couldn’t go outside, so he should find something to do and stop complaining or she’d give him something to complain about.
And it did, shimmying down to the far end of the pane. So he could do that.
The rest of the story follows our hero (?) through his life.
Is Randolph delusional or does he really have a form of psychokinesis? That is one question that lies at the heart of "The Lord of Falling Objects" in the July/August issue of Alfred Hitchcock's Mystery Magazine, on sale now.
The other question is of course: Why does this story belong in a magazine for crime fiction? Read it and the pieces will, ahem, fall into place.
