The Goatherd

Goats & Graves - Randy Mazie

They call him the Peacemaker, the Saviour, Liberator.


He came, riding in a red coat, windswept and bedraggled – he set the people free.


Free from their masters, free from their owners.


He came and fought and killed and died – he set the people free.


They rose up, cast down the slave-holders and the nobility, took our horses and our houses and our women for their own. Set us to work, in the fields, indentured servants to the new revolutionary aristocracy.


I don’t mind, herding my little goats in the graveyard. 


I get to watch them shit on his grave.


Written for this week’s Friday Fictioneers. Comments and criticism always welcome.

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16 thoughts on “The Goatherd

  1. Now that’s history!

  2. The Real Cie says:

    I had to chuckle a bit at the last line. You go, goats! Literally, in this case.

  3. Dear Chris,

    Now that was quite the ending line. I nearly choked. Good story, too.



  4. Politically charged. Rhythmical done!

  5. dmmacilroy says:

    Dear Chris,

    And ever shall it be the lot of amn. Tyrants rise and fall and die and goat graze and shit on their graves. And new tyrants are born. Great story.



  6. timvansant says:

    Best last line I’ve read in a long time. Nicely done.

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