I had to clime the side of a mountain in a howling gale, ending up half drowned, to speak to my brother. I tell him the news â€" our mother is about to die, and wants to see him for the last time. And he just sends me scarpering.
Ten years later, out of the blue, he calls me up and says that someone wants to harm him.
A few days later he is dead. And the police suspect me.
I guess I’m going to have to find out who killed him. Even if I don’t actually care â€" they did the world a favour. But where did all the sheep go ?
So Long For The Sheep in an 8,000 word short story.