Overheard in the Barn

acampbell and I were talking about challenges and she forwarded the last Wednesday challenge to me. As challenges so often do, it got me thinking.... I made this a 144-word challenge, on a whim. Not a drabble, a dodecal.

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Jonathan Kent sat on the steps of the Fortress of Solitude, gazing at something in his hand. Lex shrank back in shadows of the barn, hoping he hadn't been seen. What was going between him and Clark was no one's business but their own.

Lex waited, motionless and silent. Martha came down the stairs behind Jonathan and slipped her arms around his neck. "The meteor rock?"

The item in Jonathan's hand was a fragment of stone, but it wasn't meteor rock: it was the color of ruby. Lex frowned, listening.

"Pete had it," said Jonathan, angry. "He used it to twist Clark's mind. Clark almost raped Chloe."

"I don't think she was resisting him," said Martha dryly. "Pete was sick, hon. He couldn't help himself."

"And next time?"

"There must never be a next time."

Lex wondered how a meteor rock could be red.

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