Ahmed relaxed on a pile of cushions and kept falling asleep. Marilyn kept waking him to ask him questions. For a genie, Ahmed seemed remarkably untalented. He explained regretfully that he couldn’t make himself or his horses invisible, and he couldn’t cause locked doors to fling open. ...
“Good stuff is right,” he jeered. “Not into that.” He scrambled to his feet, and fled down the passage towards the door leading out under the porch. The others stopped fighting and fled after him. The police seemed to have lost interest in arresting anyone. They gathered a...
I dropped my towel on the bench and checked the place out. Only three girls were using the pool, Wendy, Helen and Allie. I waved a greeting. Helen hung around with Sandy, and Wendy and Allie were into snorkelling with the guys. One of the swimmers was Geordie; I recognized...
Mrs. Walton didn’t seem to notice anything was wrong. “Why don’t you watch some television until dinner is ready,” she suggested. Maddy went into the lounge room and turned on the television. Gradually, as she sat and watched her favourite televisio...
She swam slowly to the steps. It was a fine warm day, with just the slightest of cool breezes. The professor, looking fit and muscular in his faded shorts and chef’s cap, was over by the barbecue, turning sausages and teasing Carrots. “I’ve cooked s...