A piece of flash
‘What we got, Mabel?’
‘Not sure sarge. The caller said something about a missing elephant.’
‘Don’t think so. She sounded really upset. Seems they’re filming some sort of Carry on Hannibal up at Hocum Hall.’
Sergeant Simm sighed. Just what he needed. A bunch of prima donnas, and he’d not had his morning pastry yet. ‘Tell ’em I’ll be ten minutes. Who’d I to ask for?’
Priscilla scanned the banqueting hall. She looked at the understandably sceptical policeman. ‘Honest. I left him here, eating some apples. It was just a minute, no more than five and when I can back he… he was gone.’
Simm followed her gaze. ‘Bit risky, leaving him alone?’
‘Not at all.’ Priscilla felt her face flush. ‘He’s a pet.’
‘Well, if he walked out or was taken surely one of the crew would have seen him. There are only two doors and I doubt he’d manage the windows.’
‘Elephants don’t have opposable thumbs, Sergeant. He’d not manage the catches.’
Simm nodded, his feeble humour failing him again.
Both turned as they heard raised voices. A flustered man dashed in. ‘My Betty! Where is he?’
Simm looked at Priscilla. ‘Betty?’
She shrugged. ‘He’s Albanian.’
The man circled the room.
Priscilla added. ‘The trainer.’
Just then a hooting started. The man pressed the panelling. ‘He’s here.’
Simm frowned. The panel was no more than six foot square. ‘How can an elephant…?’
Suddenly the man sprung back as the panel pivoted revealing a dark space behind. Out trotted an elephant. A Pygmy.
Simm left slowly, reluctant to go to the station. He knew how it would go. The crew would avoid eye contact until one of them said, ‘It’s okay Simmy, if you want to talk about the elephant in the room.’
This was written in response to a Microcosm’s prompt, here