Clarkandmartha [cracked] 🆒

For one perfect evening, he wasn’t the last son of Krypton.

He let out a breath. “I am tired, Ma.” clarkandmartha

“Then you stay tired here,” she said. “The world’s problems are heavy. But so is a sack of potatoes, and right now, I need you to carry one in from the cellar.” For one perfect evening, he wasn’t the last son of Krypton

Later, after the biscuits were golden brown and the tractor belt was fixed (without a single twisted piece of metal), they sat on the porch swing as the sun bled orange and purple across the horizon. For one perfect evening