I’ve been away from Fictioneering for the past month – it’s been one thing after another in SharonWorld. It’s good to be back again, even if I’m not getting my story posted until almost midnight Saturday night.
Be sure to check out the Laws, or Polite Suggestions, or Group Customs of Fictioneering at Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s blog, and don’t miss all the other stories based on this photo:
The Jacksons? Not one of them’s said a word to the rest ever since the old man died.
Tell the truth, they got along fine right up to the funeral. And then that old goat poked his nose between Joe and Bella – that’s the old man’s son and daughter – and started nibbling on the flowers.
Joe was ready to break its neck, and then Bella yelled at him for wanting to hurt a poor dumb animal. Next thing the whole family was shouting, and the priest was telling them to calm down and act decent, and the goat just kept on eating as fast as it could chew.
That goat always did enjoy funerals.