This is my latest Friday Fictioneers submission based on Janet Webb’sdeceptively enigmatic photograph. It’s 100 words exactly, though I originally wrote a longer version in which the character of the protagonist was fleshed out more. Thanks for reading.
Domingo realised he could climb walls when he was six.
“Like Spider-Man?” People would ask.
He’d say nothing; Stan Lee’s lawyers were notoriously twitchy.
He tried to make it as a superhero but the criminal fraternity were unfazed by otherwise normal man who could climb walls. After a failed attempt to thwart an art heist, he gave it all up. He had his first Sangria in 1998. By 2006, he was on his third liver.
He still has his power, but now he’s liable to wake up, hanging from a hacienda wall, with a headache and no idea how he got there.