As they lay in the pasture on a warm summer's afternoon, with the sky blue, the sun shining, he looked across at her, peacefully asleep by his side. How he loved her. Their year together had been one of joy and happiness.
He idly nibbled on a blade of grass, remembering the good times. The dip they'd taken together just last week. Her funny haircut in the spring. The matching coats they'd worn last winter. He smiled. It was love alright.
They both slept.
Later, the truck arrived and loaded them up with the other sheep and took them to the abattoir
*wipes away a single tear...*
Poor disillusioned sheep! Nice.
Siss, boom, baaaaa....
This was shear brilliance.
Thanks, folks. René (é?, your comment is better than the story.
Yikes the abattoir. I love that word, always have. Your piece is gracefully written and the ending satisfies.
Yikes the abattoir. I love that word, always have. Your piece is gracefully written and the ending satisfies.
!!! could a title get any better...
splendid fun.
Yes, yes indeed. Of course the reveal worked in a grand way, but t was the movement of time that most impressed me. The "later" moment, if you will. It was seamless and natural. Rarely an easy thing to accomplish.