Kip and Dredge Go to Work (Sort of)

It’s time for Friday Fictioneers, when writers from around the world post 100-word stories based on a photo prompt provided on Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’ blog.  This week’s photo is by Doug MacIlroy.

You can read other Friday Fictioneers’ work by clicking the link that appears below my story.

photo by Doug MacIlroy

Kip and Dredge Go to Work (Sort of)

by Jan Brown

Kip and Dredge spent most days smoking pot and wreaking havoc in their parents’ basements. When they weren’t dumpster diving.

Now they’d taken temporary work on a ranch, mucking stalls (whatever that was). They’d never seen real horses before.

Kip asked, “What’s on his face?”

The foreman said, “It’s a blinder. It’ll calm the horse, keep him still, make him easier to handle.”

“Wow. Don’t tell Mom. She might make me wear one.”

Dredge snorted. “Like that would make you less of a tool.”



The foreman tossed them two pitchforks. “One for Jerkwad, one for Toolbag. Let’s go!”



39 thoughts on “Kip and Dredge Go to Work (Sort of)

  1. I’d probably rather had the fly-mask than the title jerk-wad.

    When my daughter worked at a horse barn, one day the manager came in with a young man and told her “don’t talk to him and make sure he shovels out the stalls and works hard.
    She found out later he was doing community service for a DUI.

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