Sarah Potter Writes

Pursued by the Muses of prose and poetry

Friday Fictioneers — Hoofs

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The shoeless boy with frayed trousers often rode the freight train to cattle market. He had a wall-eye and folks called him simple.

Perched atop, he played cowboy tunes on his harmonica to entertain the steers. As they rattled about and clomped their hoofs against containment, he imagined them dancing to his music.

One week, the train broke down and stayed broken. The boy sat for a while, tapping the spit out of his harmonica and thinking so hard the wrinkles in his forehead hurt. When nobody came, he released the steers but forgot to jump out of their way.

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Friday Fictioneers: 100 word stories
Photo Prompt: image © Jennifer Pendergast

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35 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — Hoofs

  1. Tragic tale, well told.

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  2. You capture this character really well – poor kid with no name.
    Such a sad ending!

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    • Thank you. I really got into this kid’s character when writing about him and am now suffering from a degree of guilt about how things ended up for him.
      Perhaps I should challenge myself to write a story with a happy ending next week!

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  3. I can see that shoeless boy playing to those steers now… a sad story Sarah, but so well written as always. Have a lovely weekend my friend 🙂 xxxx

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    • Yes, it is a sad story, Sherri. That poor naive little mite D: I keep thinking about him now.
      You have a lovely weekend, too, my friend. Will email you, when I’ve caught that time-gobbling monster and locked him in a cupboard for a few hours 🙂 xxxx

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      • Thanks Sarah, and you take your time, I understand. That time-gobbling monster is on the rampage!!! Think we need to lock him up and throw away the key 😀 xxxx

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  4. What a very sad tale, Sarah. 😦 I guess that his ghost will ride the freight train for evermore, and people will here the eerie harmonica music floating on the evening breeze. 😕

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  5. You took me there alongside him whilst he played. I really liked it despite sad ending.

    Writing is a form of magic, to be teleported in your head somewhere else just by reading some well crafted words!
    Thx 🙂

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  6. A sad end for a very kind boy. Well told.

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  7. Oh you’re so mean! All he wanted to do was ride the trains and play for the steers. You should feel bad for what you did to him! 😉
    Of course I jest. Great story as always…

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  8. Suddenly, I felt sorry for the boy … then I remembered that this is just a fiction story. You pulled me in. Nice story.

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  9. I really liked how you described the boy -shoeless and frayed trousers. So sad what happened to him in the end.

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  10. Really good tale that. You made him seem quite engaging, and then wham!

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    • Thank you, Sandra 🙂 In some ways, the boy needed longer centre-stage before I killed him off. Maybe, one day I’ll resurrect him as a character in a novel, when I can allocate him more words! You never know.

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  11. oh that is sad!! I saw him sitting up there! Well told Sarah!!

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  12. Lovley, vivid descriptions of the shoeless little boy playing his harmonica. The ending is so sad. Very well written, Sarah.

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  13. Dear Sarah,

    Ouch, that had to have hurt. Such a sad thing to happen to a sweet boy like that. I loved your take on the prompt. It’s always so much fun to see what people will come up with.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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    • Dear Rochelle,
      Ouch, indeed. I really must make something exceptionally good happen to somebody sometime in one of my 100-word stories!
      Nevertheless, I am glad you loved my take on the prompt. Your words are always so encouraging, and greatly appreciated.
      All best wishes,
      Sarah

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  14. Really vivid Sarah, you definitely took me to another place.

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  15. Oh so sad.. what an end.. I guess simple is on way to put it. I love how you managed to capture so much in a slow-moving narrative.

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