Every Friday authors worldwide gather around the virtual fireside of Rochelle Wisoff and share stories of 100 words, prompted by a common photograph, and exchange constructive criticism. Readers’ comments are also welcome. This week’s photo has been provided by Adam Ickes. Thanks Adam!
It’s been a bit of a struggle to write this story, not from an intellectual viewpoint, but due to my broken shoulder, though it is mending day by day. At least my fingers work, as long as I place the wrist belonging to the broken shoulder on my laptop so they can reach the keys.
Here’s the story Adam’s photo inspired:
A goat took up residence in a corner.
“He can’t live here.”
“His belly’ll tell him.”
Press came; religious groups offering garlands, money. Animal militants smashed windows.
“He’s just sitting!”
Bill was to be ‘sanctuaried’. The day came, it was a pop festival with riot police.
Bill surrendered. We saw the hole. There was a tunnel, strewn with ‘goat snacks’.
The press made a meal out of us ‘charlatans’.
We’re in hiding, anchored off this island, gathering fresh food for Bill. We rescued him back, bought the yacht from the money.
Bill’s in his corner, under Chagall’s (original) ‘Blue Goat’.
(c) Ann Isik