This part of Ronovan writes Friday Flash fiction . here is the pingback to his page and the rules
The challenge this week is to take the title of a favourite song and write a story from the title.
I chose Not now but soon , by Imogen Heap. You can hear it here. If you wish.
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Not now but soon.
James was always busy, always in a hurry. He never had time to play with children or even finish a meal with his wife.
Work was demanding, it was important. Think about it, he would justify it to himself, if he did not work so hard they would not have this fabulous home. Every year they had at least three holidays abroad and it was not cheap boarding the kids to that private school .
Gen sat in her kitchen with a cup of coffee. All alone as usual James had left early on a business trip, the children still at school for another week.
She had asked James to stay and have a serious talk but had only got the stock answer from him, Not now but soon.
Gen felt the emptiness of the house engulfing her. She looked across at the pile of Christmas decorations in the corner of the room. She wept at the thought of decorating this empty space not a home not anything.
James passed through security at the airport heading straight for the gate. He decided to ring home to say bye to Gen and remind her to collet his suit for Thursday.
Gen was heading up the stairs when the phone in her pocket rang. ‘Hey babe’ he said, have you got my suit yet?’ She replied in the affirmative! ‘And my shoes’ he asks breaking in to a run.
Not now but soon he hears Gen say.
He stops in his tracks and asks her what did she say? The phone is dead, she has gone!
James settles on the plane slightly irritated by Gen’s reply about his shoes. Well it will just have to wait until his return Wednesday night.
Gen lies in her perfect bathroom light streaming in onto her face. Her eyes are closed. All her pain is slipping away, the bath water is red, the bottles of tablets empty on the floor next to the Whiskey.
Am I dead yet she wonders , calmly she knows not now but soon.
James dashes in Wednesday evening grabbing his suit from the hall he runs upstairs shouting to Gen that they must talk , not now he is running late but soon yes soon.
In the bedroom he sees his shoes laid out, he breathes a sigh of relief. Wondering where Gen is he could do with a sandwich before he leaves.
James enters the bathroom and there she is …….
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This my first attempt at flash fiction so any comments welcome. Thanks.
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Author: willowdot21
Female, wife, full time mother and Grandmother. I am not as happy go lucky as I used to be but I am still bubbling along on simmer! I have three handsome sons all grown and flown.The youngest married with a beautiful wife and two sons of his own. Eleven years ago I was working, running a home, driving and socializing then bang in a split second all that was gone. I had an accident at home. I broke my back, not for the first time, I had broken it 10 years previously as well. Unfortunately this time I had broken it really badly and it was truly messed up so I had to have two operations. I was told before each operation that the outcome could mean I spend the rest of my life in a wheelchair. Still as some guy once wrote "I am still standing " yes "better than I ever was " not quite but with the help of a walking stick and as long as I do not stand or sit in one position for too long, I am still standing! Update I no longer use the walking stick . I had lots of friends before the accident but when things like this happen, you loose most of them. Their lives move on and mine stood still and so they left me behind ...I know that is just the way life is but it hurt and always will. Then I looked around and saw those who were still there for me, these friends are the roses in my garden they need to be tended well. They are the diamonds in the dust, I will of been married 50yrs plus this year . Pain and boredom are my enemies now, I have to find different ways to approach life, use my pain befriend it almost...yer right , well that is what they tell me at the pain clinic ROFLMAO ...... if only I could! I have found an outlet for my fears, frustrations and night terrors . I have started writing poetry if that name can be applied to my writing. I hope I do not come over as a moaning winger. I hope I am past all that. I also hope that you might see how the poetry is moving from very dark through the grey and
hopefully in to light ??
I need to update this a little here. I have worked very hard over the years since my accident, I go to the gym regularly, I have a Pilates class and a core class once a week . The guys at the gym and my Pilates teacher cajoled, teased, bullied and encouraged me to abandon my walking stick! :) My back is no longer straight it is C shaped because of the injury and I have lost two and a half inches in height but my Pilates and Core teachers have helped me to stand up as straight and as strongly as possible. Pain and depression are still hanging on my arm but I have weapons to use against them and if I say so myself I cope well.
I have made lots of new friends, real diamonds. I am also very grateful for all the support and help I have encountered here on Wordpress. Hugs and welcome to everyone who visits.
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All your practice at creating this blog has certainly paid off, my lady. This is powerful, gripping, and, all-too-real….. Very well done.
In fact, I’d copyright it, and send it to an agent to try to sell….
Truth.
gigoid
Thank you Ned praise indeed from you. My work is copyedited.xxx
I can think of at least five magazines that would print such a story….
I’m sure you can, too….
😉
Good job, milady.
gigoid
You are a support thank you!
Very well written! Wow very powerful
Thank you Lynz xx
I didn’t see that ending coming at all!
Yes I agree with the others. You should do more, try different styles. It’s nicely done this, with the recurring phrase well used to emphasise the distance between the couple. So sad.
I do try to vary my styles but I tend to hide behind verse. I enjoy story writing but I admit it is out of my comfort zone 🙂
Ah yes keep pushing
Will do:)
er, outch! The emotion of this, the message – all very good elements.
Thank you I tried to show the different ways people can be together alone and not know it!
Willow, this is my second reading of the story and it’s very well put together and gripping. You’ll have to keep this genre going! Talent abounds.
Thank you Jean you always give me good honest advice xxx
You’re more than welcome.
An all too real story. I agree with your fans and their comments. Other than some basic editing and proofing, this is excellent for your first try or any try really. You captured the emotions and the dialogue just right. Thank you for joining in. I hope you do more. And the Tan Man is right, try different styles as well as genres. That helps bring out a voice in your writing and discover a style you may not know you are meant for.
Thank you Ronovan I have always wanted to make the jump to writing prose, I am still not sure if am really ready yet but I am very encouraged by yours and everyone’s opinions! I will join in your Friday flash fiction again very soon. 🙂
A fantastic first attempt! It was well written, and gripping
Thank you for taking the time to read and comment 🙂
You’re welcome! 😊
Have you done a flash fiction I am about to look
Yes I have! Let me know what you think!
I just have 😉