A short story? But what will I write on I wonder,Can I really write something going along the alphabet line,,,Ddefinitely worth a try.
Early during the turn of the century.
Fatima the shepherd girl went tending to the sheep and mountain goats. Goats particularly the mountain ones were very nibble on their feet and wander away. However each evening she rounded them up and left them at the farmer’s field. It worked well for both of them, She had a place to leave the goats and their droppings acted as manure for the farmer. Just as the sun rose her brother Khalid would pick the sheep and goats and take them up to graze. Khalid would stay with the herd till Fatima cooked for the day and took their lunch to the mountains. Lunch though the townsmen would call it early for the siblings it was long past the time that they woke up. Most days, Khalid would go to work for the farmer after this while Fatima did the laundry and rested a while before rounding up the herd. Never any excitement in their mundane life.
One day the two saw a strange sight. People trudging along the mountain slope, they were different from usual villagers who trekked. Quiet was their movement without the usual camaraderie that was visible between trekkers. Rucksacks on their backs they walked in a single file. Some of them carried sticks too. They seemed so pensive Fatima watched them with great curiosity. Until some vehicles came along the trekkers got into them. Very disturbed by what she saw, Fatima told the farmer at house fields she left her herd. When the farmer heard this he seemed disturbed,
“x-ray vision, that is what I wish I had, then I would know who the new trouble makers in town are!!” he exclaimed. “Years of peace in the valley will be disturbed by these strangers arriving they will disturb our tranquil lives.”
“zealot,that’s what the old man is” thought Fatima.