Copyright – Randy Mazie
When Boo decided to become a Satanist, Randy tagged along. They bought themselves leather jackets and dog collars and prepared for the ritual. They had watched enough television to know how that went.
Full moon saw both youngsters at the cemetery dragging a bleating Sandy behind. They found a marble tomb and took out the knife. Then sat and stared at the goat.
‘I can’t do it, Boo! Me Pah’ll kill me!’
‘Grow some balls!’
‘Boo, I can’t!’
Boo gave out a grunt and snatched the knife, hiding his trembling fingers.
A twig snapped.
The young men were back at the barn faster than Sandy could bleat a reminder that she was still attached to the tree.
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When I saw this picture on Friday Fictioneers, I went, ‘Oh shit! How can I explain this one away!’ Then I thought and thought, and an idea did come to me, but I must confess, I couldn’t keep to the hundred word deadline this week; which is a pity because I’ve missed quite a few challenges in the past weeks! If you can offer any suggestions they are very welcome and I’ll edit as the comments come in 🙂
Sandra's scribbles 
This was so great, funny and dramatic! I was completely arbitrary and edited it down to 100 words—please don’t take it as an insult. I always find myself well over the limit and have to cut down. It’s all still yours, just with some of the fat trimmed off. This is what I came up with:
When Boo decided to become a Satanist, Randy tagged along. They bought leather jackets and dog collars and prepared for the ritual. They watched enough television to know it.
Full moon found them at the cemetery dragging a bleating Sandy. They found a marble tomb, drew the knife, and stared at the goat.
‘I can’t do it, Boo! Me Pah’ll kill me!’
‘Grow some balls!’
‘Boo, I can’t!’
Boo grunted and snatched the knife, hiding trembling fingers.
A twig snapped.
The youngsters were back at the barn faster than Sandy could bleat; reminding them she was tied to the tree.
This is great!!! You’ve done what I couldn’t do in two days 😀 Thanks.
Sometimes it just takes fresh eyes! I just wrote something 500 words over the constraints and I can’t cut it down for the life of me!
Some weeks One hundred words seem very little. Funny in both cases!
Oh, so true! Wanderer did a great job though!
I started laughing at the title and didn’t stop.
janet
Heh 🙂 thanks.
Poor Sandy, I hope the goat survioves the twig snapper.
Haha! 😀 I think she might.
Cowards. It seems they bit a little more than they could chew.
They sure did.
Dear Sandra,
Phew! I’m happy they couldn’t kill Sandy. Cute story.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Hehe 🙂 Thanks, Rochelle.
This is very funny and i didn’t even notice that you exceeded the word limit!
That’s sweet! Thanks.
Dear Sandra,
Your title, Satanist for a Day, was so good i think I want to steal it. Great story.
Aloha,
Doug
The funny thing is that titles are usually the things I struggle most with! Thanks for your comment Doug.
This was great — the dialogue, the tension. Lovely job, darling.
Thanks, Helena.
Loved it. Was “Boo” a reference back to “To Kill a Mockingbird”?
Scott
Mine: http://kindredspirit23.wordpress.com/2013/07/13/friday-fictioneers-71213-a-very-grave-nanny-pg13/
Yes, you caught me! 🙂 The kind of story and characters are irrelevant of course, but i was imagining the same setting, dress code, accent…
Ha, how cute a satanist can be, and I guess they would go back to fetch poor Sandy the next day.
When they realise she’s missing…probably in broad daylight though.