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Sir Humphrey

Sir HumphreyI'm leaning against the wall, the slab of sandstone, one of a handful in a sea of granite, cool beneath my legs.

Tracing the inscription with a finger, I smile to myself. When I was a kid, I used to think the sandstone slabs were gravestones and beneath the one I'm sitting on, a knight called Sir Humphrey was buried.

Before I learned who Humphrey Bogart was, the first Humphrey reference I had came via children's television. So in my mind, Sir Humphrey was always a bear.

I used to talk to him a lot back then. Asking him if it was cold under the sandstone, if all the other knight bears under the forecourt died in the same battle.

As I got older, it seemed a shame to lose the magic Sir Humphrey. I made a point of never finding out who he really was, so I could always think of him through my childish misconception.

He's been a good listener over the years, hearing my stories of lost toys, friendships and relationship breakups.

My fingers skip along the surface as I hear my name called. As I get up, I pat the stone fondly, bidding my old friend farewell. He's a funny old thing, is Sir Humphrey, my bear in shining armour.

15minuteficletsword #71: falter


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16th Sep, 2004 14:12 (UTC)
very sweet, kinda comforting.
17th Sep, 2004 02:46 (UTC)
If you like bears in armour. I like the weird things kids believe because they got the wrong end of the stick.
17th Sep, 2004 05:13 (UTC)
I like that. I like that a lot. It has atmosphere, and the definite sense of history and a larger world behind it.

Plus, Sir Humphrey the guardian bear! How can you not love something like that?
17th Sep, 2004 12:12 (UTC)
I like the weird things you believed when you were a kid. Strange child logic, misheard explanations, adults who told you complete crap and you were too young to know they were having a lend. It's all interesting.
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