Photo Copyright: Sandra Crook

Here we are for another week. Today we’re revisiting a busy road with a lot of sheep in front of and hindering the progress of a car. Our hostess for this weekly gathering is the talented and gracious author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re the Friday Fictioneers group. Our challenge this week and every week is to write an original story with no more than 100 words not including the title. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s prompt is a rerun taken by Sandra Crook and requested by Jennifer Pendergast. Thanks, Sandra, and Jennifer. Here then is the same story I wrote the first time plus a few tiny changes.

To read the other stories by the group members, just click on the link given below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for this week’s stories is as follows:

Genre: Fantasy Humor

Word Count: 100 Words


Bo Peep was crying and wringing her hands. She had lost her whole flock of sheep. She’d searched high and low, back and forth.

Whatever would she do? Her family depended on her. She’d never been in such trouble.

Until evening, everything had been fine. Then they disappeared. She thought she heard them so where could they be?

Little Boy Blue came along and offered to help. She explained her problem.

He went, looked around, and came back to her.

“Peep,” he said. “aren’t those the sheep over there?”

“Where?” she asked.

He shook his head. “You need glasses, Peep.”




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Drainage pipe

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction — April 10th, 2016. Each week the host, Al Forbes, provides a picture prompt. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words and inspired by the prompt.

To read the other stories written by group members just click on the link below, then click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link to the other stories this week is as follows:

Genre: Realistic Fiction

Word Count: 2+200=202 Words

THE PLANT by P.S. Joshi

When the chemical plant first decided to build in Shaffertown the townspeople were delighted.

“There’ll be more jobs for our citizens,” boasted Mayor Markem.

There were long lines at the application office. Job interviews and hiring began.

Joey Wister saw the company president grocery shopping one day. “He looks like a big hungry wolf,”–he thought as he put groceries in his own cart.–“I can almost see fangs, and the hungry look in his eyes is the same a wolf gets when it spies a sheep. I remember the one I saw when I was in the mountains with Dad.”

“Joey,” his mother said when he told her–“you have a big imagination.”

The plant had been up and running for about six months when the overpowering stench from the river was noticed. Then a glut of dead, swollen fish started floating downstream.

Inspection by the Fish and Game Department found the plant had been dumping chemicals straight into the water. A court case was filed  that went on and on.

Swimming was prohibited.

Dave Jenkins found his well water was contaminated, undrinkable. He had to put in an expensive filter system.

It was next discovered Shaffertown’s ground was poisoned.




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