Here’s another flash fiction for everyone.  And I found the prompt over at Flash Fiction.  And as usual, it is © me.

Title: All The Training She Needs

“Mission?  Me?” asked Isabella.

“Yes,” said Robert.

“Why me?  I’m not cut out for missions, that’s why I work in the lab,” Isabella protested.  “And I’m not exactly the type of person who likes wearing dresses.”

“I think you’ll look very fetching,” he said.  “Just find something summery.”

“I don’t even know how to do that!”

“Just drink some of this elixir,” he said, handing her a bottle that he had pulled from his desk.

“What is it?” she said.  “Woebegone?  What the hell is this?”

“It will solve your problems,” Robert explained.

“No it won’t!” she exclaimed.  “I told you, I’m not cut out for missions!  I’m not an agent, I really don’t get why I have to do it.”

“You’re our best option for it,” Robert said.  “We need you.”

“Are you sure there’s no one else?” she asked unsurely.

“You won’t be alone, Boats will be with you,” Robert said patiently.  “Besides, we’ll prep you for it.  You won’t be doing this alone.”

“I’ll be prepared for it?”

“Yes,” he said.  “And we can find someone else, if you feel you’re not ready at the end of it.”

“Good,” she said.  “I hope I pass with singing colors.”

“You mean flying colors?”

“I don’t care what kind of colors they are,” Isabella said.

“Do people misunderstand you?”

“Once in a blue lagoon,” Isabella said.

“I suppose we can translate,” Robert mused.  “You can do this.  It is not impossible.”