“I’m tellin’ ya mate, he would come in and drink right here. This is a really famous pub, oldest in Ireland.”
The skeptical American tourist listened to his half-inebriated friend. “Sean, you’re one of my best friends, and I’m glad you’re showing me around Dublin on my visit, but you can’t be serious.”
“Michael, you believe James Joyce drank here, Jonathan Swift, even Van Morrison graced the Head with his presence. Why not him?”
“Because he’s fictional.”
“Fictional, hah! He still haunts the place and I can prove it.”
Sean pulled Michael off his bar stool and half-dragged him to the stone outside. “See, Robin of Loxley be relievin’ himself right there.”
The archer in green finished and turned to give the two men an evil look for interrupting his privacy.
This was inspired by the What Pegman Saw photo challenge. The Google maps image comes direct from Dublin and depicts what is arguably Ireland’s oldest pub.
The idea is authors are supposed to write a piece of flash fiction of no more than 150 words based on the photo above. My story is 132 words long.
I looked up The Brazen Head and legend has it that Robin Hood used to drink there. A story from NBC News states that Robin not only got intoxicated at the pub, but did indeed relieve himself on the old stone outside.
To see more stories based on the prompt, go to InLinkz.com.