"You want me to catch a chicken?" the mercenary asked the farmer incredulously. He just shrugged. "It's not an ordinary chicken. And I was told you're good at catching strange creatures. Was I misinformed?"
"No, no", the mercenary replied quickly. She wouldn't want to mis out on easily earned coins. As she started to walk briskly in the direction the farmer had pointed her in, she heard him shout after her. "I almost forgot; you better take this with you." He handed her a pair of fireproof gloves.
"What the hell kind of chicken is this?", the mercenary muttered under her breath.
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Tiny Stories Part 2
Short StoryMy second collection of microfiction, sometimes dealing with the mundane, but mostly dealing with the magical. Unlike the first collection, the stories in this one are based on inktober prompts.
