Fred Sampson has to find out. You see, he is in charge of an undercover cleanup crew. The company is called THE FIX, and with little wonder; their days and nights are spent chasing after the superheroes who, in the midst of their battles, leave A LOT OF MESS to be cleaned up. Darkman, for example, has those pointy metal things he throws at the bad guys. He likes to get them back.

It’s Fred’s job, along with his crew. It’s a steady paycheck. It’s a great job. BUT NO ONE KNOWS what he does. NOT EVEN HIS FAMILY! And the secret is crushing him.

One day, Fred faces a challenge that may end his secret. Will it set him FREE?

William Gensburger wrote this long story with the idea of making a movie. “We always hear about the superpowered heroes,” he says, “but we never hear about the guy who has to clean up after them.

In this age of hero movies of all kinds, The Unfinished Man represents humanity at its best. How do you deal with secrets of that magnitude? And how do you compare your mortal shell with the amazing powers of those, for whom you work?


By day he slept, often fitfully, consumed by the memories of the night before and the work left undone. Slivery pieces of fact and fiction meshed into a sweaty, restless turning, his legs kicking out from time to time, as though he was being attacked, even though that almost never happened.

He was, he told everyone, just Fred Sampson, middle-aged, somewhat in shape, married to Allie, still pretty in his eyes despite the birth of two kids, Alec and Jennifer, ages 9 and 6, a regular guy with a regular job – sanitation, which generally stopped anyone asking more questions. But that was a lie, at least the part about the regular guy and the job.

The truth was a secret he had sworn to protect, one that could put his family in jeopardy were it to come out. Even Allie had no clue – it was for her own protection. And, even worse, she hated his job, often all nighters, many weekends and holidays.

“Why can’t they promote you?” she often asked. “After all, you’ve been doing this for over five years. It’s not fair on you and it’s certainly not fair on the kids.”

“It’s my job,” he told her. “I’m too old to lose this job. It’s a good job. It pays well.”

“Money isn’t everything,” she said, walking off to the kitchen to top up her coffee.

He was Fred Sampson, middle-aged, in good shape as a result of his work. And he was supervisor for The Fix, a private company owned and operated by the ten superheroes of the world. And as much as he wanted to, he was forbidden from announcing his job function.

“You see,” he would explain in a pretend conversation, “my job is simple and yet important. Me and my crew, are responsible for cleaning up after the superheroes.”

And that was true. Broken pieces of concrete from the big guy in tights. Sticky, stringy mess left over from the webbed one – and you thought those things dissolved all by themselves.

The Unfinished Man is the primary story, available on Amazon Kindle.  You can get the story at  The Unfinished Man.

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