Trouble with Will
In 1924, William and his friend Harry, adventurous archeologists, uncover their greatest discovery--the magical stone of Azhi. Legend tells of the stone's great power to grant wishes. When Will lays his hands on the prize, he's sucked into a bottle to sleep for over eighty years.In the twenty-first century, collector of rare objects of great value, Kate Brandt, purchases what she thinks is the Eye of the Serpent only to receive in its place a dusty ancient bottle. When she brushes away the dust of thousands of years, a naked Will appears out of thin air. Because she was the one to wake Will from his long sleep, Kate is able to wish for anything her heart desires and Will has to grant it. And boy, does she use it to get what she wants! Join Kate and Will in a wild ride through the streets of Riyadh and across the desert and learn that wishes can come true, even when you're not sure you wished for it!
“Now what?” Will asked the empty room. Without Kate in it, he was at a loss and not liking it. “If you really can make wishes come true you could at least wish me some decent clothing,” he shouted through the panel.
More muttering sounded from within and then the building rocked. As thunder rattled the windows, Will felt his skin tingle. When he looked down, he had the damned clown suit on again.
“Just who the hell is Elvis, some freak in a sideshow?” he yelled at the panels of the closed door.
The door crashed open and Kate stood there wearing what looked like a black, sleeveless undershirt and khaki pants and carrying a brush. Her hair hung down around her shoulders and the fire was back in her eyes. “Elvis was the king.”
“King of what? Ringling Brothers Barnum and Bailey Circus?” He had a hard time concentrating on the conversation when there was still so much of Kate’s arms and shoulders to see beneath the slip of a shirt.
“What do you know? If you really are from, what was it, 1924, you wouldn’t have a clue.”
“I am and I don’t. Enlighten me.”
As Kate raked the brush through her hair, she explained, “Elvis was the king of rock and roll, a new era in music that changed everything.”
“Interesting. And did you know Elvis personally?”
“No, he died before I was born.”
“Then why did you say he wasn’t dead?”
“I wasn’t talking about Elvis.” She turned away from him and strapped a knife to her forearm.
“If you weren’t talking about Elvis who had your knickers all in a twist?”
“Oooh!” She faced him with the knife pointed at his chest. “I did not have my knickers in a twist.”
“Did too.” Will pushed the knife aside. “Be careful where you point that. And tell me that isn’t all you’re going to wear. Do all women go around partially clothed and wearing men’s trousers?”
With a deep breath, she blew air out her nose like an angry bull. “I wish you’d go to Hell, Will.”
“Please tell me you didn’t wish me to go to Hell.” He grimaced and waited. As expected, the floor beneath him rolled. “I don’t have a good feeling about this.”
“Too bad. You pissed me—”
Before Kate finished her sentence, Will’s world went black.
* * * * *
Will staggered through a blisteringly hot, red desert. The wind blew at hurricane force, blasting him with sand and ash. Everything, including the air he breathed, burned like fire. The white fringe hanging from his arms burst into flame. As he flapped around like a bird, his eyebrows started smoking. Alternating between flapping and slapping his eyebrows, Will yelled into the sand-filled gusts, “Harry, what have you gotten me into?”
Mandy M. Roth