Flash Fiction: The Disease

Over the last couple of weeks I’ve been writing some 500 word flash fiction for a writing group we’re in with the author Bitten Twice. I wanted to share one with you all and would love to hear any feedback you may have. Please, sit back and enjoy… The Disease.

The lines of her face resting on the soft fabric of the satin covered pillow caused his heart to ache. Never before has someone taken his heart with such force, resulting in a devotion he never imagined he could feel for anyone after his first wife passed away.

The memory of her life was as tragic as it was flawed. She had, at one point, been as flawless as the woman sleeping before him. Like her, he spent many a night sitting in the soft padded chair he was currently in and watched her breathe. He thought their love was timeless, but fate stepped in to rob them of even a year together.

The sting remained until he met his bride, Felicity. The mere mention of her name was enough to drive him to flights of fancy. They were wed within three days of meeting and all of his subjects came to offer their blessings. The day was a beautiful one, but his new wife caused it to pale in comparison. The true journey of his life began that day.
Any thoughts of him being cursed like his father began the following month when a traveling cleric paused before them after paying his respects. The man lingered far too long in front of his wife and when he looked at the cleric to ask what he saw, the man shook his head and continued along his path.

Felicity asked him to forget it as nothing more than an aberration. The King’s own clerics had blessed her and she felt fine, so where was the need to worry? With a resigned sigh he conceded but never stopped watching her. Now, as she lay in their bed resting as comfortable as possible he asked himself if she was indeed healthy or hiding something from him.

King Yureu had never been one to harm anyone, even the criminals in the dungeons were often allowed to live instead of being executed. So why then did he now feel doing so was the only way to avoid heartache? His mind had been set on the action since supper, hence the reason he kept the carving knife from their feast hidden within his robes.
His fingers rubbed over the side of the blade in a gentle caress. This knife would save his beloved Felicity from ever becoming sick and keep him from watching another needless death. No, he would never marry again. He couldn’t bring the curse on another, to do so would be to follow the footsteps of his father before he took his own life when Yureu was a young boy.

With a steady resolve, he stood from the soft cushioned chair and stepped towards the bed. Despite his effort to remain quiet, his footfall must’ve been enough to stir Felicity for she opened her eyes and stared at him with a horrific expression. It was the same look his first wife gave him before he was forced to end her suffering as well.


About CP Bialois

Where do I begin? Well first I guess it's only fair to say that CP Bialois isn't my real name. It's a collaboration I made out of the three greatest pets anyone could ever want. My real name is Ed and I'm just an average person that has found a way to do what he loves. For as long back as I can remember I loved to pretend. Whether it was with my Transformers, GI Joe, or He-Man toys I loved to create intricate plots and have them fight it out. As a fan of horror, science fiction, action, and comedy I dare say my taste in movies are well rounded. Some of my favorites were Star Wars, Star Trek, martial arts, and anything with Swarzenegger in them. I'd write my own stories about the characters I saw in the theaters or TV or I'd just daydream about what I'd see myself as the hero of course. You can't have a daydream without beating the bad guys, getting the girl, etc. It's just not right to envision yourself as a flunky or sidekick. As far as books I loved Sherlock Holmes, Treasure Island, Dracula, and the normal assortment. My early love was the Star Trek novels, I'd read them or the Hardy Boys relentlessly. For a time I could tell you the plot of over a hundred books not to mention comics. I have to come clean and say that I learned to read because of comic books. I was bored, make that extremely bored when we started to read in school. Reading "the cat fell down" really didn't interest me. My dad, who continues to astound me with his insight to this day, figured comics would work. With that in mind he went to the newstand in town and bought issues of Donald Duck, Scrooge McDuck, Tales From the Crypt, and Spider-man. He patiently read through them with me until I picked it up. Whether it was him or the comics I learned to read in about two weeks and for a while few were as good as I was. For years after that whenever we'd go out he'd always spring for a couple of comic books for me. While it wasn't exactly the perfect beginning everything I've ever read or have seen has influenced me in some way and now is the time I'd like to share some of the ideas I've had over the years with all of you. I hope you enjoy my stories, they're always fun to write and I don't see myself stopping anytime soon.
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2 Responses to Flash Fiction: The Disease

  1. One word “WOW”! Very effective piece, beautifully constructed. Well done.

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