Authentic Science Fiction Monthly No. 41 — page 52: what you’re looking at

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FLY BY NIGHT power other folks don’t have. So what? Lots of them have powers you don’t have. Now snap out of it. Try it again. Go on... do it!” He willed himself to rise from his chair... and did it without any trouble. He ex- perimented, and found he could assume and maintain any position he wished—direc- tions no longer meant any- thing to him. He could walk upside down on nothing as easy as he’d formerly walked on the floor. Easier, in fact, for there was not as much effort. Nor was there any up-side-down feeling. Blood didn’t rush to his head. He could even walk up the walls, his body horizontal to the floor. He swam into the kitchen and prepared a light meal, which he wolfed abstractedly. Then by sheer force of will he went back and started work on his current story. He made himself stay at his desk until dark. Still cautious and shy, fear- ing that ridicule which hurt him so, he went out at dusk and took a *bus to the out- skirts of the city. Getting off, he walked out to a field he 51 knew, flying just off the ground when no one seemed near, walking naturally when he saw anyone coming. Alone in a far corner of the field he willed himself to rise. As he did so, he raised his eyes, revelling in a greater free- dom than he’d ever known. “Here I come, Old Moon!” he exulted, and when he saw some birds he yelled at them: “Get out of the way, you birds, and let someone fly that knows how!” Up and up he went until the chill of the upper air brought realisation of how high he was. He looked down, and far, far | below were the lights of the distant city. And the fear returned. For he’d never liked high places. Even climbing the bookshelf ladder in the library brought terror to his soul, and elevators were dropping hor- rors headed straight for the white-flaming pits of hell. He never used them, always took the stairs even when it was necessary to go above three storeys. He even mistrusted escalators. “God, God, don’t let me fall!’’ he screamed, and closed conmicloooks.conn