"Those are poisonous."
Lanie dropped the mushrooms she had been gathering as she stood up and looked around to see who had said that. As she turned, she saw a little boy, staring at her with a smile on his face.
"Are they now?" Lanie asked. "Only, I was gathering them up to see if they were what killed somebody."
"Oh, it was the mushrooms that killed him. He was dead before they were forced into his stomach. But they are poisonous," the boy said.
"Who are you? And how did you know all of that?" Lanie asked.
"I observe. Always," the boy said. "And I don't know who I am. They haven't told me yet."
"Who hasn't told you?"
"My parents. At least, that's who they seem to be. Are you going to find the killer?"
"That's the plan. Do you want me to take you back home?" Lanie asked.
"I guess," the boy said with a sigh.
Lanie planned on coming back to gather those mushrooms. Even if the boy was right, they were still needed. She just hoped she got some straighter answers from the boy's parents about who he was. "Come on, kid," she said. "Lead the way."
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I'd again like to thank writeworld.tumblr.com for the prompt "Those are poisonous." I think Sherlock Holmes slipped into my writing a bit today. He wasn't invited, but he showed up anyway.
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