Flash Fiction: Taking Flight

Markus floated up to her second story bedroom.

“You win the boyfriend award for helping me escape,” Alison said opening the window. “Uh, is that a flying carpet?”

He grinned. “It’s your stepdad’s doormat.”

She slid onto the sill, then hesitated looking at the small, levitating rectangle of bristly coir.

Markus offered his hand. “Let’s go, or should I start singing A Whole New World first?”



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