“Do you really think it is?” she asked in an awed whisper.
“Maybe.”
“Where is the wardrobe?”
“You can’t see it from here,” I told her. “It’s to the left of the lamppost.”
Eyes wide, curls dusted with snow, she started into the empty space.
“Do you think we can find it?”
“The wardrobe?”
A firm nod.
“One day,” I said.
She nodded again as I took her hand.
“One day,” she agreed. “I am going to find it.”
I glanced right, at the faun peeking around the tree.
“You will,” I said. “I know it.”
A Writer's Life 
Being lost in a story can be alarming
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So true, but also beautiful.
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Lovely trip to Narnia
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Thanks. I searched for that lamppost for years!
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🙂
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I thought there would have been more Narnia stories this week! I like your take, and the idea they have lost the wardrobe.
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I did, too, as a matter of fact. Thanks.
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The faun will show the way 🙂
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How true! Yes, one day he will be waiting there for her.
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More Narnia :). Only a few of us went there this week. It was almost unavoidable 🙂
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