short fiction

Somebody Has Lost a Sheep: A Flash Fiction Piece

I scanned the surrounding as I pushed my barrel down the field. The sun hadn’t risen yet. It was probably not even six A.M. yet.

I returned to my house, after exceeding the distance I had intended to push the barrel. I then returned inside, eying the chocolate morsels on the counter.

Oh darn it, I didn’t clean up well enough before, I told myself. At fifteen, I knew how to make pancakes from scratch. I had since I was eleven. I loved to put chocolate chips in them. But I should have checked the counter last night. My childhood dream of becoming or turning other things invisible would never come true.

I swept the candies with my hands and threw them away. My family hadn’t woken up yet, so they couldn’t yell at me. But the moral of cooking was always to tidy up after you finished.

I flicked my long, dark hair behind my shoulders and headed back to the stairs to relax. But a sheep from outside baaed.

I turned to the window. A white sheep roamed across my backyard. My family lived on a farm, and we had sheep, goats, and chickens. But this sheep did not belong to us. It wore a purple collar. Some other farmer must’ve lost it.

The creature buried its head into the barrel and ate the hay in it. I couldn’t think of any action to take.

My parents and sister still slept. But maybe I could call the number for lost animals and see if whoever lost his or her sheep could have it back.

I returned upstairs and took out my phone. I dialed the number on my device’s Internet and waited. But no one answered. So I left a message. “Hello, this is Rebecca Arbuckle on fifty, Gray Stone Street, Petunia Town, NY. I found a lost sheep in my backyard and wanted to know if you could tell the owner. The sheep is white and wearing a purple collar. Please give me a call back at 631-555-1234 when you get this message. Thank you and have a good day.” I hung up.

My eyes drifted to my bedroom window. The sheep ran away. It galloped down the street.

The sun also began to rise. I decided to get ready, but would not give up on making sure the sheep is returned to its owner. Today would involve lots of work, but in a good way.

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