Harmony in Haydale – Friday Fictioneers – 02/28/14

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)

Copyright - Sandra Crook
Copyright – Sandra Crook

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.

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80 thoughts on “Harmony in Haydale – Friday Fictioneers – 02/28/14

  1. Hey! Love the site! Congrats! I am moving my writing itch to a new scratching post the first of April!

    Great story. Living in a rural area, I get the odors now and then but mainly I smell the solvent aroma of the industrial park across highway from the house!

    Regards

    Jim

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    1. Thanks, Jim. Hey, well congrats to you, too then. I’ve noticed you’ve been changing things up a bit. I look forward to your new site.

      I think the odor would bother me more than anything. But yeah, take your pick. Industrial waste is probably much worse than the organic kind!

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  2. “Chickens fluttering on tavern tabletops became tomorrow’s stew”–Loved this line, Amy! I happen to have one of those chickens simmering in the crockpot now. Nothing like homemade soup on a rainy day.

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    1. Thank you, Anka! I know, it’s finally raining. Yay!! Don’t you just love it?! It’s about time. I hope it puts a dent in our drought. I’m coming to your house for dinner πŸ™‚

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    1. Easy going and smelly! Ha ha. And any job can be important although I imagine the job of fecal maintenance is pretty high up on the priorities! I just hope it pays well.

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  3. haha nice piece of humor. i love this: “Chickens fluttering on tavern tabletops became tomorrow’s stew.” your new site is lovely, btw πŸ™‚

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  4. It’s interesting, I always think details in writing are either incredibly boring and over-used, or so well-positioned that you’ve barely realized that you’ve just read one. I think you’re in the latter camp, even when describing “fecal maintenance” – that’s a phrase and a detail that says a lot.

    Do you ever write longer pieces, Amy?

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    1. Why thank you, Trent! And thanks for all your comments. I need to catch up. Thank you for the compliment…well-positioned. That’s very generous.

      I do! I have several that I’ve started and haven’t finished. But you must have read my mind because I was just going to put something out. Maybe tomorrow or Monday. I hope you can read it.

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  5. Dear Amy,

    One summer my brother worked for parks and rec. He referred to himself as a weed control engineer. And when my children were small I called myself secretary of the interior. Titles are fun and I think you could’ve titled your story “Wild in the Streets”. Quite a chaotic scene. Good one.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    1. Weed control engineer, I love it. Here can we have “Fecal Maintenance Engineer.” Yeah, I like it. The title of Engineer can enhance any job title.Secretary of the Interior is also quite weighty! Thanks, Rochelle.

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