Everyone else had gone. The remaining four looked out the window and watched as it crossed the road.

“Stay very quiet,” whispered Roland. “It won’t find us here, providing we remain quiet.”

Maureen started to shake.

They watched silently as the sheep walked to the front of the house.

“Move to the back of the house. We’ll make our escape from there,” ordered Roland.

Upon opening the back door, the last four human survivors knew this was their final day. In the field now in front of them stood one hundred man-eating sheep.

The tide had turned.


The Sheep. A Short Story by Hugh Roberts
Photo Credit: Sue Vincent – The Daily Echo

This was written in response to the “Why Did The Sheep Cross The Road?’ writing prompt set by Sue Vincent at Daily Echo.

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