Bellwether

I’m only one day late in posting my response to the Friday Fictioneers prompt for May 16.

The challenge is to write a 100-word story inspired by the photo prompt.

Play along by writing your own, reading others and/or commenting on the flashes we fictioneers create.

My piece weighs in this week at 96 words.

Copyright Sandra Cook

 

Bellwether

The hired car slowed to make passage for several dozen sheep dawdling across the road.

“What are we doing way out here?”

“You’ll see.”

“There’s nothing to see but sheep and a couple farmhouses.”

“See that old manse on the hill?”

Leigh nodded.

“The owner never comes out before sunset. Every three months or so he throws a week-long party. Afterwards, local sheep farms always report missing livestock. A few bodies are found—usually drained dry of blood.”

“So, the owner’s our mark?”

“No. He’s the bait. We’ll stake out the guests at this month’s party.”