#RomanticFridayWriters - #AtoZChallenge - Dribbles, Drabbles and Droubbles - Flash Fiction No 3 - C is for 'Cassie, you're going to live...'

RomanticFridayWriters 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! 

The fortnightly prompts are in hiatus while RFW participates in the A - Z Challenge. Challenges begin again on May 4 (see sidebar prompt). During April you will find stories from 50 - 200 words (in the interests of a quick read). Most of the posts will be penned by Denise Covey as she just decided overnight to do this, but other RFW members will be popping in from time to time to post their stories I hope...

So here we go! RFW Dribbles (50 words) and Drabbles (100 words) and Droubbles (200 words) and more...for your enjoyment...

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...

C is for 'Cassie'

'Cassie, you're going to live. You're going to keep on fighting. I refuse to let you go without doing everything possible.'

'Are you God?' Cassie asked, brushing away a tear.

'No, I'm your doctor. I know this new treatment has potential to help you.'

'You know no such thing,' Cassie said, her voice cold as the grave. 'It'll be just as useless as all the other prodding and poking you've been doing for the last year.'

'But Cassie, this is innovative treatment! Give it a try. Let Mark try. He's doing the best that he can.'

Cassie turned and looked to see her husband's eyes. The love he felt for her was shimmering amongst a pool of unshed tears. How brave he is, she thought in wonder. He's saving them  for later.

'Maybe God's offering another chance, my darling.' He squeezed her hand, brushed away her tears which she could not stop. Did he know she wasn't crying for herself, but for him?

How could she deny him this last hope?

©DeniseCovey2012
170 words
Image - The New Yorker

                                                                          

Denise, (L'Aussie) writes short stories, flash fiction, travel articles and newspaper profiles while working on her Great Australian Novels. 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!