Friday Fictioneers: Checkmate


No-one knew how the castle wound up in the middle of rural Ontario, but the experts agreed that the alabaster beauty was medieval European in origin. 11th-century French to be exact, based upon the crenellations, arrowslits, and machicolations.

“Well that’s obvious,” said Mayor Biggins. “Anyone coulda told you that from the ditch!” He waved toward the deep furrow running due east from the castle, all the way to the shores of the Atlantic.

Outraged, France demanded the return of its chateau. Words were exchanged; the UN got involved.

A week later, the castle vanished again, replaced by a 40-foot-tall Bishop.


Copyright: Claire Fuller

This story was written for Rochelle Wisoff-Fields’s weekly Friday Fictioneers flash fiction event. The challenge is to write a 100-word story using a photo prompt. As always, I welcome comments and constructive feedback. Enjoy!

25 thoughts on “Friday Fictioneers: Checkmate

  1. That was very clever — I had to read it twice, and was delighted when I began to realize what you’d done. I don’t know if I’m just tired — the title should have given it away.

  2. Dear Rachael,

    Being a long time potzer, I greatly appreciated your intercontinental chess game. Avery imaginative take on the prompt. Definitely outside of the box of chess pieces presented by the prompt. I’m proud of you.



  3. The chess game was lost on me at first, too (I’m woefully lacking in chess knowledge, however!). I loved this without realizing it was a chess game and then realized how clever it was once I got it—I should learn to read titles. This was very amusing and well written.

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