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.

Farmhands – Friday Fictioneers – 02/21/14


The bell marked three days that the child laid in the hay, his head encased in an itchy sack. Six in the morning, twelve at mid-day, and six at the end of  light. With each set of chimes he heard the shuffling of feet and a whistle.

Later, at the strike of the bell, he would fall into formation with the others.

Dust swirled around a motorcar in the distant field. Their father shot at the car , and the children stood still as instructed.

Number seven was taken because he was too weak, they were told.

Not a one touched their harvest that night, consumed by a hunger for weakness.


Genre: Horror

Copyright – David Stewart

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