Twisting the Night Away

By David Hadley

(Short story – 5,000 words approx.) 

What could be a better way of getting an ex-girlfriend back than a magic carpet ride through the night to a romantic evening together in some alternate dimension? That is, providing you can find something to do with the extraneous duck.

Tony Merling wants to get his girlfriend back any way he can, even if it means learning to fly a magic carpet without falling off.

 But Suzi knows Tony will never fulfil the potential she thought she once saw in him.

That is until the mysterious stranger Morgan reveals that Tony has a power no-one else on this Earth possesses.

But Morgan is on the run and the strange creatures chasing him will not give up their pursuit, even if it means chasing Morgan, Tony and Suzi to the death across many possible realities. Fleeing to a dimension where it depends on Tony and his newly-discovered powers to save them all from drowning in a sea of custard and bring them home to Earth.

• Language: English
• Publisher: David Hadley
• Release date: May 23, 2015
• ISBN: 9781311917850

David Hadley

A bloke who writes stuff. Fiction across and between genres.David Hadley was born in 1959. He is married with three children and lives in the Black Country, UK. He worked in the building trade and the electric supply industry. He has been a rock musician, mature student, house-husband and stay-at-home dad. 

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Twisting the Night Away

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David Hadley

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Twisting The Night Away

‘What is it?’ I said, already thinking I knew the answer.

‘It’s a carpet.’

‘Hmm….’

‘A magic carpet!’

‘Bollocks!’

‘It is… honestly… would I lie to y…. Well, it is a magic carpet. Not a word of a lie.’

‘What, you mean flying…? All that Arabian Nights stuff?’

‘Yes.’

‘Bollocks!’

‘Come on, then?’

‘What?’

‘Outside….’

‘I’m not going to fight you about it. If you want to think you’ve got a magic carpet… well, that’s fine with me…. I’ll just be off.’

‘No, not that. I’m going to show you….’

‘Show me what?’ I’d heard rumours about this strange little shop.

‘Come on,’ he said. ‘I’ll prove to you that it is a magic carpet.’

‘I’ll have to warn you,’ I said, laughing as I followed him through the back of the shop and out into the loading bay, ‘I don’t like heights.’

We sat down together on the carpet in the traditional manner: him cross-legged at the front, me kneeling behind him, feeling like a tit, and