Mr Tumnus was late. His boss had made him cross-check all the spreadsheets.
“Jadis wants your report on her desk tomorrow morning”.
Rumors said that they were targeted by a major equity firm, and the witch wanted to cash out.
“Can’t be any worse than this”, he thought while parking his battered old Toyota on the snowy driveway.
He knew the fridge was empty but he only craved sleep.
Suddenly he saw her by the lamppost. She looked forlorn in her large fur-coat, but he knew the corporate policy:
Never talk to strangers.
Disappointed Lucy shut the door to Narnia.
I could only think of Narnia when I saw the lamppost and the snow. I guess I’m not the only one.
Rochelle selects the picture and lead the way. The rest of us tries to find a hundred word story in the image and write. We are Friday Fictioneers.
February 14, 2018