Flash Fiction: Pvt. Investigator

“What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last.

Such a soft sweet voice it had! From its looks I had expected it to sound gruffier. I responded confidently.

“A private investigator. The world’s best actually.”

“We don’t have any of those where I come from.”

“Pray tell me. What do you need my help with?”

The fawn looked to his hooves and shifted nervously in his seat.
“I’ve heard you are good at finding lost things.”

“That I am. Now, what have you lost?”

“Four children.”

“Very well. And you said you were from this place called ..Narnia..yes?”


Word Count: 100

Prompt:

50 Word Thursday #19

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