Week 551 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re more than halfway through our tenth year and the time is flying. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Heidi Rundle for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Teresa M. Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
- Clay T. | @eight_clay
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Honorable Mentions
Mark A. Morris
Heidi says: Very witty. It made me chuckle at the wittiness.
Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
Heidi says: Left me wanting to read more.
Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
Heidi says: Extremely intriguing ideas to this story.
winner announcement
Two large male wolves—one wild, one formerly human—faced off in the cave. Meg looked at the Wolf still in human form. This was bad. Kin and Boss, the sanctuary alpha, fighting? No! She wouldn’t let that happen.
Loch squatted on his heels as he and Kin both focused on Boss. Were they holding a conversation? Somehow, that didn’t surprise Meg.
She watched while this conclave went on. Fascinated, Meg couldn’t keep her eyes off the interaction. The body language, the vocalizations, the whole idea that humans could truly communicate with wild wolves made her all giddy inside. Too bad her head continued to pound and she found her focus drifting.
Suddenly, Kin—still in wolf form—was nosing her and she realized she’d slumped over. “Hey, big guy. I’m okay. As far as I can tell anyway. Probably a mild concussion or something.” She put her arms around his neck and leveraged back mostly upright, though she continued to lean against him for support. “Can we go home now?”
“I’ve got her, Kin. You need to stay in wolf form for a bit longer, mate, yeah?”
Kin yowled and Meg wanted to laugh but her head still throbbed. He sounded downright indignant.
“Loch has clothes on, big guy. You’d be naked and I, in all my girlish innocence, would likely swoon at the sight of all your manly manliness.”
Her Wolf growled and she did laugh before pressing her palms against her temples. “Oww. Don’t make me laugh.”
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Congratulations SIXTY-ONE TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mentions Mark, Sheilagh, and Mark! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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