Up a Creek


Once again, it’s time for Friday Fictioneers. (Yes, I’m posting a day later than usual, but at least I’m posting again.) For those unfamiliar with this challenge, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields, our intrepid leader, posts a photo prompt each Wednesday. You can play along or read the 100-word stories by other writers here. This week’s photo is a rerun courtesy of Madison Woods, Rochelle’s predecessor.

2016 04 22 Madison Woods

Copyright Madison Woods

Up a Creek

“Last one to the crick is a rotten egg.”

The three girls ran like miniature cyclones down the embankment.

Sharon took the lead. Linda and Millie sprinted behind.

“Owww! Help!” Sharon tripped, falling into a barbed-wire fence.

Millie started to laugh. Linda joined in.

Little Ralphie appeared at the top of the hill, hollering as loudly as Sharon. “Hush up! You goin’ to scare the cows.”

Millie laughed harder.

Sharon pulled free from the fence, ripping her jeans.

Linda blanched. “We got worse problems than scared cows.”

Silence fell as the others looked up to see Grandpa’s bull charging toward them.

***

Author’s note: This week’s story is a partially true retelling of an incident that happened on my great grandparents farm. Names of the four children (who happen to be my mom and three of her cousins) have not been changed to protect the innocent or the guilty.

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21 thoughts on “Up a Creek

  1. draliman says:

    Let’s hope the barbed wire fence discourages the bull!

  2. Mike says:

    Trust the bull to want in on this. Hope that they are not wearing red ! You gave us a visual treat, well done. Mike

  3. Ouch… hope they are on the right side of the fence.. right? love the truth of this.

    • storydivamg says:

      Well . . . one can always hope.

      At risk of spoiling this for everyone, the bull actually is part of the fiction here, but on the farm he would have been coming toward the kids from the same direction they came in the first place. This is probably not going to turn out well.

      All my best,
      MG

  4. wildchild47 says:

    Ouch and yeah, I can relate, in some way …. about an escaped bull and fencing, not barbed wire, but electric (for livestock) and having been shocked, although an adult insisted it wasn’t on/live. Nasty stuff. And hopefully all ended well and safely.

    • storydivamg says:

      Oh boy! One thing’s for’ sure–growing up on a farm certainly advances the survival of the fittest. I’ve never had an encounter with an electric fence, but it does not sound like a good pastime.

      Cheers!
      MG

  5. Dear Marie Gail,

    I’m sure the jeans are now the least of her worries. Well done.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

  6. gahlearner says:

    Ouch! What an exciting story, even more so that it’s true.

  7. I love the sense of adventure and childhood innocence here, MG. The fact that it’s true, just made me smile more. Really enjoyed this!

  8. Beautifully simple slice of life!

  9. rgayer55 says:

    I’ve been chased by angry bovines. It’s no fun.

  10. Mike says:

    Language is a strange thing, crick = creek. Where I grew up, England, to visit the crick means visiting a pain in the neck.🙂 crick = stiff neck. Language is a strange thing which I have always struggled with just like computers, and how to set up a gravatar😕

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