WHEN GOD WAS A BOY
Peaceful’s ancestors were goatherds
when God was a boy – his grandfather maintained it was goatherds who visited
the stable when Jesus was born, but the gospellers called them shepherds
because goats were too common.
Peaceful loved his work. It was
usually undemanding – you walked, the goats ate everything in sight, you moved
on. He much preferred the gentle clonking of their bells to the honking of car
horns in town.
But today the graveyard needed
cropping, the fence would contain the herd while he ate his mother’s Christmas
dinner, and he’d got a decent wifi signal on his phone.
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I hope you all had a lovely Christmas / holiday / festive season, and are now back to what passes for normal in your world. I complicated my life by accepting a challenge to post a Flash Fiction Advent Calendar, which is in my archive for December if you care to look. There were times when the daily prompt in itself was an added challenge, but I kept going to the end!
Thanks as always to Rochelle, who even posted a prompt on Christmas Day! Do follow the Blue Frog trail from her blog https://rochellewisoff.com/ to read other stories prompted by Randy Mazie's photograph.