Written for Mondays Finish the Story: they supply the first line and the image and challenge us to write a 100 to 150 word story. Here’s my entry for the week:
Pigs Might Fly
They followed the buffaloes and their young along the trail heading into the woods, Jean le Clerc in the lead, the sound engineer and me with all our heavy equipment struggling to keep up.
In the van parked up some 200 metres behind were Francois and his pigs, Francois muttering to himself, “Merde, such a stupid idea.” He was far too irritated to enjoy the beautiful winter day or to admire the magnificent oaks that dominated this part of the Lot.
In the woods, Jean le Clerc was buoyant. “This brings five years of research to une conclusion,” he said, “Aujourd’hui you will witness something that will astonish and surprise.”
Of course the buffaloes were no good at all at finding truffles, and within a week the local bucherie was advertising prime bison burgers for sale.
“Merde,” said Jean.
“Vive la France” said Francois.
The pigs simply grunted.