Its big eyes just stared unblinking for a minute. “What do you call yourself?” the Fawn said at last.
Its tone surprised me. Such a soft sweet voice it had! Oozed like honey. Regret briefly crossed my mind. I pushed it back. “Doesn’t matter.” I replied. “I’m just following orders.”
This 50 word piece of Flash Fiction was inspired by the 50 word Thursday Challenge. Hosted this week by Tales from the mind of Kristian
- Find the muse within the photo or line provided and follow where it leads. It can be a story, anecdote, poem. Anything!
- The Story must be between 50 and 250 words, in 50 word increments. (so 50, 100, 150, 200 or 250 words)
- Link back to this post with the tag 50WordThurs so that everyone can find it, or post your response in the comments below.
- HAVE FUN!
Here’s the picture
And here are the words:
`What do you call yourself?’ the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll