for Rochelle’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt.
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Twenty runners line up. Ready..steady…go!
‘Down a track, leap a fence, cross a field, down a bank, splash across a stream, climb a rock, slide down a rock, and…stop’.
Glance behind. Nobody. ‘I’m well ahead’.
Consult notes.
‘Up footpath…no, down footpath. Over a fence…what fence? Circle a lake….where’s the lake? Ah, a pond, that’ll do. Run run…!
There’s a pub. We’re finishing at a pub, that must be it!’
The Red Lion. Nineteen exhausted runners enjoy a well-deserved beer.
The Crown Inn. One smug runner sups a celebratory pint.
‘They must still be running, I’ve won!’
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Click Froggie to see the squares!
Hahaha! Well… he FEELS like a winner…
Let’s hope he doesn’t read this then!
Oh dear. How true!
I’m sure that’s right
At least, he thinks so!
Dear Keith,
Hm. My guess is The Crown is the wrong pub. Fun run that left me breathless in any event.
Shalom,
Rochelle
I guess your guess is right, Rochelle! I hope you’ve got your breath back by now!
So long as he never finds out the truth, he’s quids in
The secret’s safe with me!
Ha! Reminds me of a group of us meeting up at the White Hart. Trouble was, there were TWO White Harts in the same village, one at each end!
That must have been confusing! I had a similar situation with my pub, The Brewers Arms because there was another hostelry with the same name in a nearby village. We were forever receiving each other’s deliveries of beer etc!
Oh wow. What a mix up!
Let him enjoy it, at least for a moment!
I think we should!
Lol! Hope it’s the right pub…but then again, he’s happy with his pint…Well told story as always Keith. I almost had to take notes to figure out who was going which way!!
Sadly not, he did get hopelessly lost! The others will be wondering where he’s got to by now!
Up…down…to…fro… It’s those prepositions that confuse a person. Well told, Keith.
Thanks Christine – they’d confuse me alright!
They all win! Finishing at a pub is always the aim I’d say…
I totally agree! Cheers!
Haha! Great take. Everyone wins.
Exactly! Who cares if he ended up in the wrong place?
Yes, as long as they are are happy.
If they all made it to a pub, any pub, they’re all winners! 🙂
I quite agree, Iain!
Is it a race if you are on your own course. At least he will not have to stump up for a full round of drinks for everyone else. Or did they deliberately give him the wrong race instructions. He-he.
I’d rather think he simply got totally lost! Good point about the drinks – 20 pints could prove to be quite expensive!
He is a winner in his own mind and that’s all that matters. I admire his exuberance and agree, he *is* a winner!
I couldn’t agree more, Lisa! *Congratulations!*
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Pubs are usually a driving force. Wash it down with a beer or few.
That’s what I used to tell my customers when I ran a pub – I’d say anything to drive up sales!
Haha!! You had me out of breath by the end, Keith.
That definitely calls for a nice cold one.
Very fun, enjoyable story!
Thanks, Nancy! I got out of breath writing it, thank goodness I had a beer or two to hand!
As map – readers go… he’s missed a trick I think.
…and I think you are right, Sandra!
Haha so full of pace Keith I was exhausted, shame he was in the wrong pub but he’s happy with his pint 😅
Thanks, Angela. As long as he’s happy, I’m happy – bottoms up!
Oh, poor bloke. Well, he won his own race for sure, and maybe he’ll never find out the truth 🙂
I hope he doesn’t!
LOL
The key to a happy life is thinking one has won!
he’s a winner alright. i’ll drink to that. 🙂
Oh no, wrong pub!! Oh well, he thought he was on the right track! Reminds me of my marathon days, but with orange plastic cones directing us it was a bit hard to go astray! Great story!
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So funny. I can just picture it. Oh dear – poor man. Still chuckling here.
You can’t lose when you make your own finish line. The reward’s the same. I’d say he’s a winner.
Great finish! 🙂
Footsteps near the photo prompt! How creative!