LEMMINGS

There were six of them now.

Jimmy had been the first. He had been strolling along until he came upon the sign: ‘Sidewalk Closed – Please Use Other Side.’

The sidewalk appeared to be passable, but the sign told him otherwise.

Jimmy had waited for a break in the traffic. It was an eight-lane highway. Cars and trucks shot passed at ferocious speeds. He’d managed to get two lanes out before an artic sent him scurrying back.

Angie had been the next to join him, then Cassandra, Bill, Jason and Siobhan.

They took it in turns to dart out into the road, walking, pausing, sprinting – then turning and retreating. Cassandra had made it halfway, but a succession of buses brought her back.

Jimmy finally gave up. He looked at the closed sidewalk and strode past the indignant sign.

He got five paces before the ground began to fall away. A massive sink hole opened up and swallowed him. The hole spread across the road. Two cars failed to stop and crashed over the edge.

The dust settled. The traffic was blocked. Angie, Cassandra, Bill, Jason and Siobhan crossed over to the other sidewalk and carried on their way.


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Copyright J. Hardy Carroll

Written as part of Sunday Photo Fiction. Write a story of around 200 words based on the photo prompt given (above). Hosted by Al Forbes. For more details visit HERE.

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FRANK, THE WONDER HORSE

Frank, the Wonder Horse, loved his life. Riding across the plains, chasing the criminals, watching the sunset with the Old Sheriff by his side.

One evening, Frank found he he was sharing his barn with a strange new contraption. The next morning, he watched the Sheriff turning on the contraption and riding out the barn in it.

Frank was taken out to graze in the paddock everyday after that, while the Sheriff went off with his new companion. Frank missed the open plains, chasing criminals and watching the sunset.

Frank grew angry. One night, alone in the barn with his rival, he lashed out. A piece of the contraption shattered into pieces. Frank carried on until the thing lay in bits.

The Sheriff woke Frank the next day. He was angry. Frank saw the Sheriff reach for the piece of metal he carried by his side. The Sheriff pointed it at Frank. There was a bang.

Frank lay breathing his last. The Old Sheriff lay next to him sobbing.

That was how Frank, the Wonder Horse, learned of man’s love for machines.

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