Friday Fictioneers – Interrogation

This is my third entry into the weekly challenge brought to us by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields and pointed out to me by Freya. Just follow the rules: Write a one hundred word story that has a beginning, middle and end. (No one will be ostracized for going over or under the word count.)

Comments are of course welcome!


I had found it under a tree in a city park – a brand new stuffed mixture of savannah animals. It would make such a lovely present for my nephew’s birthday. For once I would not be the impoverished aunt, the jobless failure who never turned up for family events.

It did not occur to me to look around so I did not see the young Filipino helper and her charge. I just picked up the forlorn toy and walked home, beaming.

And here I am now, at the police station, having to explain why I stole the Prime Minister’s son’s cuddly toy.