It’s time for Friday Fictioneers. Thank you to Rochelle Wisoff Fields for graciously hosting this group every week, and to Sandra Crook for this week’s inspirational photo.
My 100-word story follows. For other fabulous stories from the Fictioneers, click HERE.
Why not give it a try yourself? Everyone is welcome to participate.
Genre: Humor (100 words)
Harmony in Haydale
When farmers fled the land, their flocks followed. And so Hemsdale became Haydale, not to be confused with “hay bale.”
Goats milled about happy and lost. Cows, paying no mind to the daily business, clogged the main arteries for hours, stopping time as they chewed hay incessantly. Chickens fluttering on tavern tabletops became tomorrow’s stew.
The pungent aroma cloaking the village became impossible to escape, and around the clock fecal maintenance created many jobs. Villagers wagered bets over the slaughtering of one’s favorite sheep, and thus, blood detail was added to the duties.
And of course, hay. Always more hay.