This post was created in response to Rochelle’s post: FRIDAY FICTIONEERS.
Each week she sends out a writing prompt in the form of a picture and her contributors must come up with a 100 word story.
You can read my story “Lost And Found” below.
The stories of Rochelle’s other contributing writers can be found at her blog
Merrit wound his way through the tangled forest praying with every step that he would find the lost sheep. Father had promised Merrit could keep the profits from the wool if he could be responsible for the newborn. Of course Merrit had lost the lamb and with it his father’s respect.
The boy wiped a tear from the corner of his eye.
“Unmanly” he cursed.
A wail pierced the dale. Alarmed Merrit ducked under a snarl of vine-trees and moved into the clearing. There nestled in the soft down of the missing lamb was a babe.