Levitating Levi Leaphigher

Unselfishly, I had decided to bestow the honour of the first flight upon another, so I set the last of almost a hundred tiny, barbless hooks into the nether regions of Manuel, my amanuensis, then tightened the last of the lines.

Tears of pain and silent rage streamed down his reddened cheeks, and across those of his face, as well.

With a raised forefinger I gave the signal to my legion of serfs and minions, who hauled upon the many fine, non- reflective fishing lines attached to the hooks and threaded through glass pulleys suspended above the street.

With a high pitched scream the amanuensis rose into the air and was propelled as if by magic across the busy street, at an elevation of some metres, clearing the traffic thereupon.

A relatively gentle landing ensued, though it should be noted it was still a landing in a collection of parked and chained bicycles... so not ideal for Manuel.

The team awaiting his arrival disengaged him from the pile of cycling machines, removed the hooks and swabbed him liberally with medicinal alcohol, to prevent infection. His screaming subsided in time.

We went home happy that afternoon, secure in the knowledge we had launched a naked, grown man across a busy street, without any visible means of support.