Showing posts with label Qui'an. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Qui'an. Show all posts

Thursday, 19 April 2012

#RomanticFridayWriters - #AtoZChallenge - Flash Fiction - Q is for Qui'an



Welcome to RomanticFridayWriters!

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...






Today, Q is for Qui'an

Qui'an skittered through the sky, a misty figure cloaked in cloud. She knew with a terrible knowing that she was in ghostly form, in between worlds. She also knew that until her ancestor tablet was dotted, she was relegated the lowly position of 'hungry ghost'. But she'd hovered above her death form long enough to see her ancestor tablet hidden at the top shelf of her mother's library, covered by a soft blanket. Now as she sped through the sky she could only hope that her family would remember her, a worthless girl, and offer up food at festival time, or she'd always go hungry in the afterworld. If her dear mother failed to burn fresh bindings for her feet, once her pride and joy, they would become ragged sores.

But why would her family remember to make offerings for her? She'd taken her life, refused food, all in the name of love. She chose death over arranged marriage. 

She knew she'd wander the afterworld for all time as a 'hungry ghost', but at least she could find her home in the rafters of her beloved's bedroom and watch his dear face, day after day, night after night. Perhaps he would feel her presence and invite her into his soft bed. 

They would be united at last.

©DeniseCovey2012
Words 200 - a droubble
My story inspired by Lisa See's Peony in Love


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!