Kyle meets The Flash, page one.


It all started with the package from my mother-in-law.

As I dumped the contents out of the padded envelope I smiled.  There was a Superman button, a couple of Batman buttons, a Batman and Robin button and last but not least The Flash button.

That’s when my life changed.   Just like some comic book character I watched myself pick up The Flash button.  A premonition of a bigger future knocked me on my ass.  As quick as that, the vision was gone but I was still on my ass.

Why me you ask? I was just a mining engineer who was late for work.

An engineer can only do the logical thing, so I left for work.

My tailbone was still singing as I ran into the office. The drive in to work had only made my butt sore.  The anxiety of my premonition was escalating and a certainty my life was going to be changing soon was exciting.

There sitting at my desk was my boss. One strange guy, John Kelly, who I swear is part gypsy and part leprechaun.

“Hey Kyle, there’s someone I want you to meet, Barry Allen a forensic scientist on loan to Tucson PD from Central City, Colorado.  You give him whatever help he needs.”

I followed Kelly down the hall the the conference room, my mind jumping from one thought to the next:  “Barry Allen!?!  Aka The Flash!?!  Superhero who had died saving the universe and rumor had it returned to save mankind again.” The engineer in me knew Barry Allen is a comic book character but my earlier premonition gave the adventurer in me doubt.

As Barry Allen stood to greet me I watched his tall frame unfold.  I am over 6 feet tall myself but this guy dwarfed me.  With a firm handshake he regarded me like we were sharing some secret.   “Kyle, the universe is relying on you.  What do you know about the Silverbell artifacts discovered here in Tucson in 1924? And what you know about Calalus?”

For the second time that day I found myself on my ass.




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