Copyright — Marie Gail Stratford
Here we are once again around the virtual banquet table with our hostess, the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. We’re sharing our original stories for the weekly feast of the Friday Fictioneers. Our quest is to write a story with no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to include a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt supplied for the week. The prompt this week is supplied by Marie Gail Stratford. Thanks Marie Gail.
After this week, I’m taking a break for a couple weeks. Our daughter is coming to India for a visit. Also, although I’ve done my best to read all stories in the past, I’m finding my days filling up. Besides trying to do some writing of my own and reading up on the craft to improve, I’ve had to deal with the fact my husband broke his hip, then came down with a serious chest and throat infection. He’s almost 84. Even with a lady to help care for him 24/7, I also employ two other people and have to manage everything to make sure it runs smoothly. I’m also continually struggling with internet and computer problems here. The electric often goes on and off and messes up my cable service. Even with the cable service , my computer often runs as slow as a sick snail. I’ll continue this week, and after my break, to read and comment on many of the stories. I’ll try especially to read and comment on those of writers who read and comment on mine, but I can’t continue to read them all. Thank you for understanding.
Genre: Humor Fiction
Word Count: 100 Words
THE TOAST By P.S. Joshi
The knights were all gathered around the banquet table.
Sir Randolph the Resourceful raised his cup of mead. “I toast to His Royal Majesty the King.” All toasted and drank up their cups.
Sir Malcolm the Manly raised his cup. “I toast to all the brave knights at this table.” Again all toasted and drank up.
Sir Brandon the Brave raised his cup. “I toast to the beginning of our quest tomorrow.” Again all toasted and drank up.
Sir Thomas the Thoughtful raised his cup. “I toast the decision we delay the quest.” All agreed, toasted, drank, and fell asleep