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 ยฉ Jennifer Pendergast

Author: Sarah Potter Writes

Sarah is a British eccentric who writes offbeat fiction, haiku and tanka poetry. She's into nature, gardening, and natural health. Her sociability is something that happens in short bursts with long breathing spaces in between.

35 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers — Hoofs”

    1. 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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    1. 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 ๐Ÿ™‚ xxxx

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      1. 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 ๐Ÿ˜€ xxxx

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  1. 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 ๐Ÿ™‚

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      1. Your comment has made my day and cheered me considerably ๐Ÿ™‚ If you are a trainee magician, you’re certainly one on a scholarship! I’m my own worst taskmaster, so I still don’t feel as if I’m out of training, even after more than two decades of writing seriously.
        Thanx, blondeusk.

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  2. 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! ๐Ÿ˜‰
    Of course I jest. Great story as always…

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    1. Thank you, Sandra ๐Ÿ™‚ 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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  3. 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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    1. 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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