Friday Fictioneers is a group of writers who write 100-word
stories prompted by a photograph posted each week on Rochelle’s site
You can read all the other stories – free! – by following
the link.
Here is this week's photo - and my story.
Everything revolves around those bloody sheep – even Colin’s
birth took second place to Brian’s prize ewe’s twins, and I ended up bottle-feeding
Colin with one hand and a lamb with the other.
Shearing time means cooking for an army of sheep-shit-covered
helpers, and after thirty years I’ve had it up to here.
So I've left Brian a note,
planning to be well gone before he gets home, but I get stuck behind this
tanker. I'm halfway past it when the flock appears, Brian walking
at his usual funereal pace, and I can see his lips forming the words – “Going
out, Lambkin?”
Oh, I feel her pain. You conveyed her situation immaculately. Well done.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sandra - we've all felt relegated to second place on occasions, haven't we?
DeleteAww... Lambkin. :) This is definitely not her day.
ReplyDeleteIf he'd called me that for 30 years I'd run over his foot!
DeleteAh looks like the life of Brian is getting all out of sheep-shape soon.
ReplyDeleteGroan and double groan!
Deleteand I ended up bottle-feeding Colin with one hand and a lamb with the other.
ReplyDeleteOH! This says it all . . . Good job
One of my best friends was married to a farmer. Enough said!
DeleteAll's not wool in that relationship! (sorreee)
ReplyDeleteCheers Patsy - I'll probably get a whole flock of groaners before the week's out.
DeleteDear Lizy, Great story and comment from Patsy, above. Very well written, Liz. I feel sorry for her, but women sometimes (usually) take a back seat to Mr. Man's whims or dreams. I want them to have dreams, but I want a dream too. Hope she gets out and can lose the name "Lambkin." Nan :)
ReplyDeletethanks Nan - and you're right about women's dreams taking a back seat. Too many parallels in my own likfe to list here!
DeleteGood story. Her husband may have to learn how to cook. Well done. : ) ---Susan
ReplyDeleteLamb chops perhaps?
DeleteDear Liz,
ReplyDeleteI can see her frustration. Well depicted. Nicely done.
shalom,
Rochelle
Thanks Rochelle - frustrated enough to leave him after all those years!
DeleteThat was perfect! I loved your story!
ReplyDeleteMusic to my ears, Vijaya - thank you!
DeleteGreat story and brilliantly written - lambkin was a clever touch. The man is clearly sheep-obsessed!
ReplyDeleteThank you ELA - 'lambkin' popped into my head out of the blue, obviously my writing angel at work!
DeleteOh my gosh, poor woman.
ReplyDeleteGreat story, Lizy. That last line is perfect.
Thanks Ruth! I hope she drove over his foot!
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