SIR ARCHIBALD RETURNS

 

Photo Copyright: C.E. Ayrs

This story was written for Sunday Photo Fiction–January 21, 2018. Each week the host, Al Forbes provides a picture prompt taken by himself or sent in by one of the other participants in the group of writers. The challenge for each member of the group is to write an original story or poem with no more than 200 words not including the title and inspired by the prompt. This week’s  prompt was sent in by C.E. Ayr. Thanks, C.E.

To read the other stories written by group members, first click on the link below, then on the little blue frog in the blue box., and the link to the other stories this week is as follows:

https://sundayphotofictioner.wordpress.com/2018/01/21/sunday-photo-fiction-january-21st-2018/

Genre: Humor Fiction

Word Count: 200 Words

SIR ARCHIBALD RETURNS by P.S. Joshi

Sir Archibald was returning home from the crusades. He wasn’t young when he went and now was aging and tired. The crusade was successful so he was paid. Selling his somewhat bent armor, he strapped on his sword, mounted his faithful courser, and joined other departing knights as they set off.

A chap dropped off here and there until he was alone as he neared Yorkshire. He stopped more often now as his horse, these days misnamed Young Lightfoot was also aging and weary.

As he sat under a tree he felt someone watching. Lifting his eyelids, he saw a dwarf standing three feet away.

“What be your name, Sir Knight?” shouted the small man.

“Archibald, but no need to yell sir,” he replied. “I’m not deaf.”

“I am,” the stranger barked back.

Archibald rolled his eyes. Okie dokie, a deaf dwarf.

“You going to Yorkshire?” roared the dwarf.

“Since the pointing sign over yonder says YORKSHIRE, I guess so.” Archibald screeched back.

“My old mule is over there.” bellowed the dwarf, pointing north at a ghastly-looking animal. “Could I join you?”

Archie’s shoulders sank. “I suppose so” he hollered back.

So the two became unlikely traveling companions.