On my walk, I whipped at the grass with my rod. Then with a surprised “huh?” and a sigh, I caught a glimpse of the birds ahead. I was fraught with anticipation as a shape on the ground emerged the closer I got. Then I stepped in cow shit. Yuck!
The gap between the animal and myself was not that wide but too low for me that I might check its condition. Thinking for a moment, I decided to use the lead fishing anchor to touch it. Letting the line down, I thrust at its head.
I held my breath.
I Write Her 
Indeed! 💖
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Cow dung is no fun to step in I know but well done on the prompt Susi! 👏👏👏
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lol No, it’s not! I have done it a time or two in my life. Thanks for the praise, Cindy! 🙂
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Oh no… what a smell step! Great story!
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LOL Yep! 😉 Glad you enjoyed it, Dwight. 🙂
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Love how you seamlessly fitted all the words into this piece, Susi, it made me smile. 🙂
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Appreciate that, Carolyn! Glad it made you smile! 🙂
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Beautifully done.
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Glad you enjoy it, Jude! 🙂 Thank you!
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Great use of the prompts – good to see a piece of prose amid all the poems this week!
Here’s mine!
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At least once a week you’ll see a short fiction story from me, Keith! Wonderful story, so nostalgic and refreshing to relive those youthful days! 🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Excellent use of the prompts Susi. Thanks for including WDYS in there too.
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Thanks, Sadje! I’m really glad I was able to pull both prompts together!
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You’re welcome ☺️
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