The Archer’s Ghost

By

Timothy P Stavert

Part6

The Funeral But Not The End

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Fiction story

The Archer’s Ghost

By

Timothy P Stavert

Part6

The Funeral But Not The End

Jeremy Clarke and Simon Sharp Lined up their shots at the local tournament. The day was fine with just a slight breeze. The flags at the top of the bosses flapped gently to the left. The Sunday morning and the event slightly subdued as archers at the club were talking about the preparations for Peter Robinson’s funeral the following day.

Peter was a popular member of the club and had a large following when he shot for the County. He was also a candidate for the British Olympic Archery squad.

He always enjoyed shooting bare-bow with his Hunter’s bow, because he felt it was more of a challenge and he could shoot faster.

“If Peter was here, we wouldn’t stand much of a chance for a medal would we Simon?” Jeremy stated as they walked towards the target and saw their arrows in the red instead of the gold where ninety-five percent of Peter’s arrows would land.

“Yes, his would be in the gold, and I know it is cruel to say this, his passing on has given us a bit of a chance of winning. Although I wish he was still here.” Simon replied. In mark of remembrance to Peter, they both shot bare-bow, when normally they shot a Re-curve bow with sights, balancing bars and clickers. Just before the first shots were fired the officials held a one minute’s silence by all the competitors.

“I don’t think he would like us to grieve over him, I expect he is up in Heaven having a duel with cupid and chasing the female angels and having fun, that would be the Peter we know.” Jeremy said with a slight grin after the silence.

“It is going to be hard tomorrow, seeing his bow on top of the coffin, that’s what his mum wants. Apparently they have made a smashing arrangement for the church, so let’s hope he gets the sending off he deserves.” Jeremy said, while pulling out his arrows and placing them in his quiver.

Towards the end of the tournament, the breeze became stronger and clouds began to form as they lined up for their final end of arrows.