The Sound Of Music

Time again for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by the fabulous Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. A 100 word photo prompt, although you’re not shot if you go over a tad. After last weeks despair I’ve gone lighter this week, however my humour may be so bad that I still make you cry………

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Photo Copyright : Bjorn Rudberg

Simeon felt the corrosion in his ears before the singing fully reached his shack. He pulled a pillow round his head, trying to muffle the impact.

“High on a hill lives a lonely goat herder”

Lifting the pillow slightly, he shouted back “Down at the bottom lives a bloody frightened goat, Peter”

It took a few minutes before he realised the singing had stopped. Then suddenly an almighty crash flew the doors wide open.

Peter stood, hands on hips; a 6’4 wall of solid muscle wearing a long black habit and a set of wooden beads.

“I TOLD YOU TO CALL ME MARIA” he screamed.

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