Old fireplace and oven.

Copyright: Rachel Bjerke

Here we are back for another week, gathered in a virtual inn near a small village surrounded by countryside. We’re here for a meeting of the Friday Fictioneers to discuss our original stories for the week. Our hostess for this gathering is the gracious and talented author and artist, Rochelle Wisoff-Fields. The challenge for this group is to write a story whith no more than 100 words. It’s supposed to have a beginning, middle, end, and follow the picture prompt for the week. This week’s picture was supplied by Rachel Bjerke. Thanks, Rachel. To read the other stories from group members, just follow the link given below and click on the little blue frog in the blue box.

The link for the other stories is as follows:


Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 100 Words

A bitΒ of backstory: Some time back,Β Sir Roderick’s ghost returned after a sleep of 400 years. The link for that first story is as follows:


We are now following him to his next adventure. He’s decided to check on his favorite tavern nearby the castle. He’s also searching for any friends who may be around to bring him up-to-date and offer companionship. We find him reaching the sight of the tavern. We will read further episodes as he continues to learn his plight from friends along the way. Now for today’s story.


Sir Roderick was greatly disappointed when he saw the Spotted Stallion, his favorite drinking place. The wooden structure of inn and stables had rotted leaving only the brick fireplace and oven with the kitchen chimney. The woods had taken over the courtyard.

He was overjoyed at seeing both his old friend, Sir Thomas, and his favorite serving girl, Rose.

Thomas greeted him with a hug and moist eyes, “Roderick, you old scoundrel. I knew you’d be back.”

Rose greeted him with a peck on the cheek.



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  1. Ah, yes, I remember Sir Roderick. It seems that time has not been kind to his friends.

    Spotted Stallion–now that made me laugh. What a name for a tavern! It brings to mind a horse painted up like a Dalmatian.

    All my best,
    Marie Gail


    • Thanks, Doug. I’m very pleased you liked the story. They may very well find a place where the drink is flowing and the fire is bright, but in their present “condition”, they probably can’t drink. Aloha to you also. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


    • Thanks, Patrick. I didn’t use “wench” as I’d like Sir Roderick to be more of a gentleman of the old school. The “very” old school. I’m very glad you liked the storyl πŸ˜€ — Suzanne


    • Thanks, Marg. They were glad to meet up at the old inn, but they’ll probably move on to a better inn they can inspect for haunting. They may even meet other friends. We’ll have to wait and see. I’m so glad you liked the story. I’m having fun with this one. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


  2. Long live Sir Roderick! I had a feeling he might make another appearance some day. πŸ˜‰ Great job with the sensory elements here, Suzanne!

    In first sentence, just after Spotted Horse, I think you meant to put a comma… small detail, but I thought you might want to know.


  3. Oh no he’s back! And at the Spotted Stallion no less…I’m chuckling on the tavern’s name. Somehow I’m not surprised that some of his old buddies still hang out there πŸ˜›


    • Thanks, Ellespeth. Yes, he’s back. πŸ˜€ He must have had the type of reputation that caused his old buddies to check in occasionally at the places he formerly frequented. I’m glad you found the tavern’s name funny. I had fun writing this piece. πŸ™‚ — Suzanne


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