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The Legend of Gideon Marx-7
It was in a bowling alley in Lexington, Kentucky where he gambled for the last time. He wore thick glasses and a fake beard. He won twenty-two dollars from four men who bowled together every week. After the game he returned the shoes he’d rented to a young woman with light yellow hair. She was standing behind a shiny wooden counter. Behind her was a wall of small cubbies filled with other shoes. He paid the rental fee and was about to leave when he noticed her eyes light up with excitement. He looked around to see who or what had caused her sudden change in demeanor. When he looked at her again, he realized he was the cause. She was pointing at him and shouting. “It’s you! It’s you! You’re the guy who can fly!” He felt dozens of curious eyes like insect bites on his skin. He ran toward the
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