Welcome to the monthly round up of all my #ThursThreads tales. I know, I’m really late, and April has been so busy. The school year is winding down and writing has been happening. Plus taxes etc. So yeah, I’m glad it’s almost May.
As usual, most of these bits are of upcoming tales, written to prompts from the #ThursThreads #flashfiction challenge I host each Thursday. We’re starting with Week 503 through Week 506 and I’ve collected them in one place.
February had five Thursdays, but we also had some technical difficulties for TWO of the weeks and one whole TT post was lost. So, here are the three tales along with their dates and prompts. Happy reading!
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Week 503, March 3, 2022
Prompt: “I cannot see her.”
We’d almost reached the airport when Anubis revved his engine and swerved around us, damn near clipping the front of our vehicle.
“Sonuvaprick!” Trigger jerked the wheel and slowed down as Anubis rocked back and forth as if trying to get someone’s attention. “What the fuck is he doin’?”
I swallowed my heart back down into my chest and cleared my throat. “Keep driving at the speed limit and watch.”
Anubis continued his antics then cranked the throttle and surged ahead of us like a bat outta hell. He pulled some serious Gs going around a corner, damn near laying his big bike on the ground.
A police cruiser and an unmarked car shot past us and sped after him, wheels squealing as they took the corner fast. Trigger’s jaw dropped and I shook my head as Anubis led them on a merry chase away from us. We kept going past their turn as if we had nothing to do with them, just ordinary people doing our thing.
“Fuck, Neo wasn’t kiddin’ that they were keepin’ an eye on you.”
I nodded slowly. “Yeah, or it was that nosy cashier at the hardware store. She kept looking at me like I was familiar even if I’d never seen her before. Maybe she was the one who passed along my face and name to the cops and Backlog.”
Trigger frowned. “I cannot see her doin’ that, but then, lots o’ people around here ain’t what they say they are, right?”
249 #ConcreteAngelsMC words
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Week 505, March 24, 2022
Prompt: “It’s all uphill from here.”
The pain still echoed in Tam’s memory as loudly as the blast that had knocked her across the victim’s body.
“Oh my glory, Tam.” Merida’s voice shook. “All the questions I have sound stupid in my head. Were you okay? Evidently because you’re here. Was it bad? Well duh, the scar on your back. Did it hurt? Again, duh. I’m just so sorry.”
Tam forced a laugh. “I don’t know if they’re dumb questions. I don’t really remember the pain when he hit me in the back. It was so sudden and shocking that I blacked out. My partner loaded him up and he died of lead poisoning, so I’m told. I don’t remember much until I woke up at the hospital after reconstructive surgery.”
“Oh, honey, I’m so sorry.”
Merida’s words soothed some of the hurt, even though it had been two years before.
“The investigation into some of the other team’s actions showed negligence. Because I’d nearly been killed and my shoulder blade completely destroyed, causing damage to my lung, I was given a very large settlement and medical retirement.” That was the quick and dirty explanation and the only one she’d offer. “So, I had time to look around and find a new place to live doing what I wanted to do. And it’s all uphill from here.”
“Does that mean things are looking up or becoming a slog?”
Tam leaned down and kissed Merida’s forehead. “Looking up. Definitely looking up.”
244 #WIP500 words
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Week 506, March 31, 2022
Prompt: “How tough would that be?”
*Possibly NSFW reading*
Corlith, Prince of the Goblins, winced as he stopped, reaching down to adjust his package which seemed engorged even though he’d just finished jacking off.
“Are you all right?” Roxanne felt sorry for the guy if the Goddess was to be believed.
Perpetual Blue Balls would suck.
He shrugged, a faint smile curling his lips. “No, and won’t be for another sixty years or so, but thanks for asking.”
“Sixty years?” Ambrose’s expression crumbled into sympathy. “How did you come to be in this predicament?”
“Coming was the problem.” Corlith grimaced. “I was cursed by a demoness to have Perpetual Blue Balls for a century or more because she wasn’t my best lay.” He scowled. “So much for being honest.”
“And jacking off doesn’t help?” Roxanne winced.
Corlith shook his head. “Briefly, but then the strain comes back two-fold for a couple of days.”
“So what you just did actually makes you feel worse for a few days?” Empathy surged in Roxanne’s chest.
Oh my glory, how tough would that be to live with that? Shit-oh-dear, that’d be agony.
“Yeah, it’s not a picnic.” The Goblin prince shook his head. “Want to know the best part? There’s a way to break the curse.”
She frowned. “Why do I sense ‘best’ is in quotes?”
Corlith shot her a dark smile. “I can break the curse if I find a gryphon, a mythical beast that is more rare than humans, and find my true love.”
241 #Sirens words