#RomanticFridayWriters - #AtoZChallenge - Flash Fiction - L is for 'Lisa, you'll never make it...'

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RFW is about short short writing or flash fiction (usually 400 words), less for poems, with some romantic element. It's not Romance of the happily ever after variety, but Romantic, where it's about the story, the issue, with some romantic relationship involved. Our stories are edgy, sometimes dark, and often don't have the HEA ending!

So here we go! RFW Dribbles (50 words), Drabbles (100 words) and Droubbles (200 words) and more (400 ish)...for your enjoyment - a laugh, a cry...

It's widely agreed that most fiction (unless it's solely about animals) begins and ends with human characters: their frailties, virtues, conflicts and expectations. In our stories for the A - Z Challenge the writers attempt to more closely observe the people around us...

L is for 'Lisa, you'll never make it...'

'Lisa, you're dreaming,' Kelvin said. 'You'll never make it.'

Lisa sniggered, dropped her suitcase at the door and kicked it open with her cowgirl boots.

'I don't care what you think, you loser. I'm going to give this my best shot. It's my ticket out of this dump.'

She walked out the door.

She felt hot breath on the nape of her neck. Kelvin had followed her outside. 'Here's your coffee,' he said, handing her the takeaway cup she'd left on the kitchen bench. For a minute she thought he was going to throw it over her new 'do.

'You're really going then?' he asked, looking up the street.

'The sooner the better. Living with a no-account guy in a no-account tumbledown shack isn't going to help my career.'

'So where will you live?' Kelvin asked, trying to act cool. 'Uh, just askin'. Curiosity.'

'Nick said I could stay with him till the work starts coming in regular,' she said.

'That no-account agent of yours? Well, that figures. Know what that sleazebag's after. You'd be better off with me, no hoper that I am an' all. Better the devil you know an' all  that.'

Nick's hot red car cruised down the street, stopping at the broken-down gate. Lisa stepped over the wiggly fence and handed her case to Nick. Ah, to step into this bright and shiny chrome job...

'Stay, Lisa. I'll -' Kelvin's voice was getting up a whine, louder than the purr of the engine.

'In your dreams buster. Let's go Nick. Let's get outta this dump.'

Nick ran his hand up her leg and squeezed her soft inner thigh. 'Yeah, let's hurry!'

©DeniseCovey2012

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Denise, (L'Aussie) writes short stories, flash fiction, travel articles and newspaper profiles while working on her Great Australian Novels, one of which is set in Afghanistan. She's the founder of RomanticFridayWriters. Her writing blog is L'Aussie Writing. She'd love you to visit her there for her A - Z Challenge on the theme, BLOGGERS WERE CHILDREN TOO!