Prompt 1: 8/19/2026

“A superhero whose only power is finding the perfect parking spot.”

He was about to give up, he had spent 20 minutes rounding the block, with 15 minutes before the show started he was ready to throw in the towel and take the loss. He slowed to a crawl, turned off the radio so that he could focus. He had driven past the venue 5 times now, the doorman had started giving him dirty looks as he crept by.

His brother, whose band was going on at 6pm, had told him not to drive, that Allston wasn’t a great town to park on the weekends when the shows were playing. Who drives in Boston on a Friday night?

He had resigned himself to failure, began to make his way back out to the main road, when it happened;

A beaten, blue Honda Civic pulled away from the curb, only one block from the venue, he swooped in. A flawless parallel park, he prided himself on quality of his parallel parking, straight, perfectly situated between two cars. He hopped out and came around to the meter, out of order, absolute win. Locking the car he made his way off to the show, plenty of time to grab a drink and settle in before the show.

The house was packed, the band was amazing, after the show they hung around and closed the bar. Afterward his brother walked him up the block while they smoked a cigarette in the cool evening air. He was excited to show off his parking spot.

“Bro.” His brother chuckled as they stopped. “I told you not to drive.”

There, to his horror, pinned under his windshield wiper, was that ominous orange envelope.

A parking ticket.