100-word Flash Fiction. #FridayFictioneers
A story inspired by this photo provided by Rochelle Wisoff-Fields.???????????????????????????????

“Jeannie must be freaking, right now.” Tom roared with laughter. Karen howled too as much as she felt sorry for Jeannie.

Tom had noticed the herd coming across the bridge. He stopped well off the road, knowing what to expect. Ed drove right into the middle of the chaos.

This was Jeannie and Ed’s first trip to New Zealand. They were born, raised, and lived big city. Tom teased them relentlessly about not knowing where their fancy New York forty-nine dollar lamb chop dinner came from.

“I wonder if she’ll ever eat lamb chops again?” They both cracked up again.

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17 thoughts on “Lamb chops

    1. You’re right, sadly. I remember hearing a year or two ago that kids living in “the city” had no idea where French fries came from. To them, it was just the grocery store or MacDonald’s. No idea they came from potatoes grown in the ground on a farm.

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  1. Dear Pen ‘n’ Tonic, Love your name, by the way. Your story is delightful and funny. I grew up on a farm, but I have known a lot of people that no nothing about chickens and fewer people know about lambs. Good job, I bet Jeannie and Ed don’t eat lamb again. Awesome! Nan 🙂

  2. Caerlynn, Good, humorous, and well-written story. A man where I used to work in the southern U.S. was from Africa and tried to find goat meat. He found people with goats but no one was willing to kill one so he could have the meat. I think most people there probably kept them either as pets or for the milk. 🙂 —Susan

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