Only now do I feel able to put this up on the site although it was was published on Friday Flash Fiction about a month ago. Here’s the story, some points changed to make it ‘fiction’.
Remember, the challenge in Friday Flash Fiction stories (link at the bottom) is to write a story in one hundred words or less. Not prose, but a proper story with a beginning, middle and end. Some of my fellow authors who publish on the site do wonders and it teaches you brevity.
Good Night Susie
I was critically ill but determined I would make it without ‘chemical medication’, to lead a normal, side-effects-free life – or die in the attempt. Susie supported me.
“No, you’re right, Flissy,” she said, “and if that’s your belief, then you’ve got to follow your instinct, whatever anyone thinks.”
She herself had fought cancer homeopathically and kicked it into touch. Six months to live without conventional treatment, doctors said. She had nine glorious years but last night something else took her from us. At least it wasn’t the ugly ‘C-word’.
A star, a trooper, an amazing friend. Good night, Susie M.
No such thing as a coincidence
This is a tribute to a wonderful friend and an amazing woman who left us at the end of September and ‘on to the next great adventure’. The name has been obscured out of respect for her family. The one thing she believed was ‘there was no such thing as a coincidence – there was only synchronicity‘ – even if you couldn’t currently explain it.
I’d been feeling pretty negative about blocks in my writing and found the poem, Don’t You Quit, always a motivator when I’m feeling like there’s no point in battling on. I had it on my laptop as I closed the lid and went to her memorial service. You’ve probably guessed. There it was in the order of service, read out by the vicar. I could almost hear her giggling her infectious laugh. Good night, Susie, and no, I won’t quit.
Don’t you quit
When things go wrong, as they sometimes will,
When the road you’re trudging seems all uphill,
When the funds are low and the debts are high,
And you want to smile, but you have to sigh,
When care is pressing you down a bit – rest if you must, but don’t you quit.
Life is queer with its twists and turns,
As every one of us sometimes learns,
And many a fellow turns about
When he might have won had he stuck it out.
Don’t give up though the pace seems slow – you may succeed with another blow.
Often the goal is nearer than
It seems to a faint and faltering man;
Often the struggler has given up
When he might have captured the victor’s cup;
And he learned too late when the night came down, how close he was to the golden crown.
Success is failure turned inside out –
The silver tint in the clouds of doubt,
And you never can tell how close you are,
It might be near when it seems afar;
So stick to the fight when you’re hardest hit – it’s when things seem worst that you must not quit.
Friday Flash Fiction
Friday Flash Fiction, a great site for micro-fiction, sets us a weekly challenge, to write a story in 100 words or less. I managed to rise to my weekly challenge this week. Here’s a little peek at my story on the site last Friday.