
Josh was always a joker. “Shall I tell you the tale of how the guitar got its stripes?”
But I wasn’t listening—rapt in another tale as the instrument called to me. I had been born for this.
“For a thousand years,” I breathed, “This instrument slumbered in the stone. Champions have come and tried to draw it. And they failed, because I am the rightful king.”
Stretching out a shaking hand, I grasped the hilt.
“What stone?” Josh asked. “It’s on a rack, dummy.”
“Excalibur,” I intoned as the thing drew loose and heavy in my grip.
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Friday fictioneers is a weekly challenge set by Rochelle Wisoff Fields to write a 100-word story in response to a photo prompt. You can find other stories here

Dear Neil,
I’d really like to know how the guitar got its stripes. 😉 Fun story that leaves me wondering where it will go from here.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Thanks so much Rochelle. An incomplete story, you think?
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I don’t know what he’s on, but I think I’d like some. Great take, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Sandra
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A very enjoyable sideways look at the myth. He’s not a dummy. He’s a king!
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Thanks so much, Jilly
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Well now I want to know how the guitar got its stripes, but also what happened with Excalibur. More, please!
Seriously though, great slice of action. I can imagine these two plain as day
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Thanks so much
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Well now, there’s a bit of a mashup of tall tales. Well done.
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Thanks so much, Alicia
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We all die by the sword, but music lives on.
I liked the mystique of the middle ages.
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Thanks, James
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Ah, the future king of rock is found!
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At least in his own mind
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Hahaha I love this. Well done. Many musicians would say the same thing. The guitar chooses the person!
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Thanks so much, Laurie
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I see what you mean about a tale of two stories. How often are people on two different wavelengths when they communicate. I wonder if he will bash Josh over the head with the guitar?
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How a thing means is a very individual experience
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Of course it’s a rock and not a rack. Fun story.
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Thanks so much
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I had trouble with one story and you managed two! Nice one, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Keith
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Wow he will make magical music now me thinks 😃
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All he needs now is some musical talent
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i give him the honor of believing what he wanted to believe. 🙂
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He thanks you
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This is wonderful, Neil.
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Thanks so much, Linda
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Now he can teach the Lady of the Lake how to play. Great story!
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Thanks so much, Will
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Fun story.
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Thank you, Dawn
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I want to know how the guitar got it stripes, too…
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We may never know now
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He may never be great, but no one who didn’t think they could be has ever been great.
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At least he’s happy
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