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………
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.