The Fawn.

50 Word Thursday #19. 6/6/19.


`What do you call yourself?’ the Fawn said at last. Such a soft sweet voice it had! – Through the Looking Glass by Lewis Carroll

Kristian is hosting this Thursdays 50 Word Thursday and alternates with Teresa.


The Fawn.


“What do you call yourself?” The fawn said at last. Such a soft, sweet voice it had!

“What is your form?”


Lucy jumped and in a trembling voice asked;

“Who’s there?” “Where are you?”


“I don’t know where I am!” said the fawn sadly.

“It all went dark after they caught me.”


“What do you mean, ‘after they caught you?” Asked Lucy, inquisitively, not understanding.

“Who caught you?”



” I don’t know.” Said the fawn. “I was out with my Momma having lunch, we were happily chatting and eating when she suddenly told me to run, but I panicked; I didn’t know what to do.” The fawn sounded increasingly scared as it continued.

“There were loud bangs all around us and I froze when Momma ran away.”


“That’s awful,” said Lucy. “You must have been so frightened.”

“Who caught you though and why?” Asked Lucy.


“I don’t know.” Said the fawn. “I felt an awful pain in my neck, and everything went dark. I can’t feel anything or see anything.”

“I’m scared, Lucy.”


Lucy was startled; she hadn’t told it her name! Lucy, trembling more and more, stammered as she asked.

“Hhow ddo you know my nname?


The fawn paused before it replied as if conferring with someone.

“Your Momma told me, Lucy.”


Lucy gasped in awe as her eyes finally locked onto the fawn, talking away from his plaque on the wall. All she could manage in reply before she fainted were three little words.

“But Momma died!”










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