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.

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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.