A Family Man

I retrieved the picture and stared at the image. It looked odd , after viewing it though the silver tray mirror but the smallest child was no longer there. Though I knew it was stupid, I couldn't stop myself from looking at the back of the picture to see if he was there.

"Where's he gone?" I said.

"Who?"

"The fae child, The smallest." I tapped the photograph with my finger, pointing out the obvious gap. "There were three children before I threw it at the television. Two normal kids and a fae child. Where did he go?"

Winston shrugged. "Search me," he said. I was almost tempted, but such an action is best left until we had somewhere more private.

"Any sign of Devious yet?" I asked Meinwen.

"How should I know? I've been with you all the time."

"Devious?" Winston frowned. "The little chap?"

"Yes," I said. "We found a portal in the cellar and since it was potentially dangerous to go through it I sent an imp. Useless little took has probably got himself killed just to spite me."

"Ha," said Winston. "They're just like kids, imps are."

Meinwen patted his arm. "Promise me you'll never be a father," she said.