The Sentries – Sunday Photo Fiction

Sunday Photo Fiction is a weekly challenge presented by my old friend Al Forbes.
The idea is to write a short story (200 word max) inspired by what you see in his picture (below).
When I saw Al’s cool photo today I considered rerunning last week’s bellicose offering, to preserve some of my very limited creative juices.
Then I thought about this pair of hapless heroes.
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Copyright Al Forbes

Copyright Al Forbes

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The Sentries

Gareth Gross is just five foot tall.
He weighs over twenty stone, almost 300 pounds.
Excluding his armour.
His friend, Leonard Longshanks, stands well over six feet, weighs just eleven stone.
They are on guard duty, again.
How can I be a decent sentry if I can’t see over the wall, complains Gareth, for the 500th time. Lift me up, Len.
Gar, I just can’t, sighs Leonard, for the 500th time. I’ll keep watch, you build the fire for the soup.
But tonight, for whatever reason, Gareth is not to be pacified.
He nags Leonard, continually, to his breaking point.
What do you want me to do, he roars.
I want you to help me, just once, to look over that parapet, right up beside you.
And what if the enemy sees you, chops your head off?
Then, insists Gareth, I will die happy.
Leonard unsheathes his sword, decapitates his friend.
And holds the head, staring in astonishment, up beside his own.

About ceayr

A Scot who has discovered Paradise in a small town he calls Medville on the Côte d'Azur, C.E. Ayr has spent a large part of his life in the West of Scotland and a large part elsewhere. His first job was selling programmes at his local football club and he has since tried 73 other career paths, the longest being in IT, with varying degrees of success. He is somewhat nomadic, fairly irresponsible and, according to his darling daughter, a bit random.
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10 Responses to The Sentries – Sunday Photo Fiction

  1. This story is midway between funny and tragic. What a surprise ending. A bit too late to say, “I didn’t mean that way.” I guess the moral of the story is “Don’t ever nag a tired sentry.” Good writing, C.E. 😀 — Suzanne


  2. Sonny Price says:

    Hehe, nice! I guess nobody ever told Gareth to be careful what you wish for.


  3. mandibelle16 says:

    Sounds like Leonard finally snapped. I don’t blame him really, that same or similar question, over and over again. I’m guess Garreth, wasn’t too good as an active guard. Funny enough, I’m watching a show and one of the guy’s name is Garreth. Great writing CE. Hope you are well, and enjoyed your weekend. Hugs


  4. Sally says:

    Oh dear, I wasn’t expecting that ending.


  5. Love that little giggle at the end. At least he won’t be complaining any more.


  6. Excellent story! I really liked your reading of it as well.


  7. Graham Lawrence says:

    Of course. What else could he do? Great story.


  8. Dear CE,

    Gareth did say he’d die happy. I guess Len took him at his word. Oh my! Half the fun is hearing you read.




  9. emmylgant says:

    Radical solution for poor vision?
    I enjoyed hearing you tell it.


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