Below is my 100 word (ish) submission to the Friday Fictioneers. Photo prompt this week is courtesy of Björn Rudberg
As always, comments are appreciated. I try to read everyone’s submission, but with submissions reaching triple digits each week, it’s sometimes difficult to get round to each one. Therefore, I tend to read those who I follow, or who like / comment my story. And finally, I also try for a random selection from the list.
The Friday Fictioneers are a friendly group of online writers from all over the globe who endeavour to create short but fantastical tales with which to enthral and inspire both reader and writer alike. The genres and styles of writing are varied, so there is something for everyone to be found within its midst.
A Bard’s Tale
“Robrecht, tell us a story!”
Hoisting a flagon, Vardak’s gravelly shout was slurred, but still carried an air of authority.
As one, those huddled round the campfire mimicked their commander, a show of camaraderie not lost on Vardak.
Across from him, the bard strummed a few chords before swigging the last of his ale. Ever the showman, Robrecht waited, his audience growing rowdy with anticipation.
“A story it is”, he began loudly, Robrecht’s voice carrying a note of inspiration, “one of heroes…honour…and glorious battle.”
As the story unfolded, Vardak pondered what tomorrow would bring. With morning light, they faced overwhelming odds, and a battle they could not survive. Still, the night was young; time enough for miracles.