“What can you do little girl?” asked Mr Doolan, a showbiz agent.
“Why, didn’t they tell you? I can make anybody or anything appear right above my head.”
“Haw haw – really? Ok then little girl, go ahead and make little Marty here appear above your head!”
Nena looked over at the boy, who was still stood grinning next to his father Leonard, squinted at him, screwing up her face and pursing her lips.
“Think you can do it?” Mr Doolan asked.
She shot him a look. “Gimmie a minute, I gotta concentrate.”
Mr Doolan chuckled, rubbed at his goatee with one hand. Nena turned her gaze back at the boy, then put her hands on her hips and closed her eyes. Mr Doolan turned to his companion and smirked.
“Wonder how long this’ll take.”
“Yeah, right!” Leonard chortled.
When Mr Doolan turned to look down at Marty, he was gone. Eyes wide, he looked up at Nena, and saw her with her hands still on her hips, eyes still closed, but now with Marty stood upside down on her head, seemingly asleep, with his arms and legs splayed out.
The jaws of both men dropped as they stared vacantly at the spectacle.
“Well I’ll be damned…” exclaimed Mr Doolan.