Lamb to the Slaughter (Friday Fictioneers, June 2014)

Copyright Madison Woods

“Hi Wilbur.”

“Yo, Myrtle.”

“What’ya doin’ up there?”

“Just chillin’…”

“Wanna come over my place?”

“Um … I’ll pass, I think.”

“Want I should bring some knickers over to you? got some new ones offa Ma Baker’s washing line…”

“Knickers huh?”

“Right… pink ones, lilac ones…”

“Pink sounds good… maybe later.”

“You stuck Wilbur?”

“Nah, just hangin’ out Myrtle.”

“Should I come up there?”

“That’d be nice, maybe fetch the knickers after all.”

“Sure Wilbur… anything else?”

“A ladder? For the others I mean.”

“I’m not doin’ none of that group tuppin’ Wilbur.”

“Just an underwear party, Myrtle…”

“Honest?”

“As the day is long Myrtle…”

The last time this prompt came up on Friday Fictioneers, I went down the horror path (who… me?) with the Soul Snatcher.    So I thought I’d try for something a bit lighter this week.   Thanks once again to Rochelle for her efforts, patience and diplomacy.  🙂

 

 

 

 

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About Sandra

I cruise the French waterways with my husband four or five months a year, and write fiction and poetry. I love animals, F1 motor racing, French bread and my husband, though not necessarily in that order.
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57 Responses to Lamb to the Slaughter (Friday Fictioneers, June 2014)

  1. MrBinks says:

    Wilbur is WEIRD. 😀

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  2. Sandra, I’m not sure what’s going on. Maybe I’ve led a sheltered life in some ways or, being an American, maybe I didn’t understand some of the terms. I agree with Mr. Binks. The topic sounds a bit weird to me also. The writing was good as always and the dialogue was great. I’m just a bit confused. Maybe I should have waited until more people commented. 🙂 —Susan

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    • Sandra says:

      Well, the thing in the tree reminded me of a ram or a goat and goats tend to grab laundry off washing lines and … oh never mind. 😉 Maybe it doesn’t work. I was trying to adopt a lighter note this week. Back to black…

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  3. Dear Sandra,

    As Colonel Potter told Radar, “It’s a rare treat to share your underwear with a friend.” 😉 Fun stuff.

    Shalom,

    Rochelle

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  4. Locomente says:

    This sounds fun!

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  5. I don’t know why, but I am imagining an old naked man, hanging out (pun intended) on a tree. Does that make me wierd, Wilbour wierd?

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  6. Must admit I didn’t get the goat idea until I read the comments, but my favorite line was definitely “I’m not doin’ none of that group tuppin’ Wilbur.” That had me laughing. Much funnier with goats than with people, which was my original thought. 🙂

    (You might want a few more commas in front of the names, as it’s dialogue.)

    janet

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  7. hafong says:

    I thought it was humorous the first time I read it, before I knew Wilbur was a goat. I just thought..oh, a guy that likes pink. Whatever!

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  8. I thought the group tupping would involve Wilbur (Wilbur, you goat, you) and his friends. I hadn’t picked up on the real goat/washline intention. Like ’em both.

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  9. Great perspective….how did he get up in the tree in the first place??? LOL! 🙂

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    • Sandra says:

      Every time I see a goat he’s usually standing on top of something. Goats are inveterate climbers, just like they’re avid laundry-eaters. 😉

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  10. How funny, my story had a similar item. I enjoyed the banter. 🙂

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  11. Nan Falkner says:

    Wilbur just leaped up into the tree with stolen laundry? He’s not being a good goat, but the story is funny! You’re funny Sandra! Nan 🙂

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  12. helenmidgley says:

    I loved the line “I’m not doin’ none of that group tuppin’ Wilbur.” Very funny 😉

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  13. Jan Brown says:

    I had to look up the definition of “tupping,” and then it all made sense. Very funny!!!

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  14. This is hilarious, Sandra. Wilbur is a hoot, but I’m sure he’s stuck.

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  15. storydivamg says:

    Sandra,
    A fun, lighthearted romp–hope Myrtle managed to get a few truly tiny knickers off a neighbors wash line just for fun.

    Cheers!
    MG

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  16. Ha. Never trust a goat with a clothes line.. Poor Wilbur being stuck there,

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  17. Ellespeth says:

    Had me chuckling. One never knows what a panty raid may lead to…had to look up tupping so I learned a new word!
    Ellespeth

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  18. draliman says:

    Very good (especially once I looked up “tupping”).

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  19. Funny. I was waiting for your dark side to pop out.

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  20. blawson834 says:

    Really enjoyed the read Sandra. Thank you.

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  21. writeondude says:

    Good conversational piece, even if I’d no idea what was going on before reading the other comments! Well done.

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  22. Alice Audrey says:

    *Grin* The group tupping line caught me by surprise. I love the request for a ladder.

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  23. ContactRida says:

    ok. now that i know he’s a goat, great story. but at first i thought Wilbir was a sexual predator with a panty fetish. ewe. but as a goat, he’s not so baaaaaahd:)

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  24. Hahaha this story definitely made me chuckle!

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  25. subroto says:

    ewe..group tuppin…Wilbur better be careful if he doesn’t want to be curried…

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  26. Really enjoyed this one, Sandra. Clever and witty.

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  27. Sarah Ann says:

    Lovely voices in this and I took them to be human before the reading the comments, so Myrtle’s refusal about group tupping had additional resonance.

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