Welcome back to the home of #ThursThreads for Week 675 of Year 12! What a fantastic testament to the writing community. Y’all rock!
Today is Thursday and that means it’s time to start flashing on #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Want to keep up each week? Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook and the Group on MeWe.
Need the rules? Read on.
Here’s how it works:
- The prompt is a line from the previous week’s winning tale.
- The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
- The prompt must be used as is. It can be split, but no intervening words can be inserted or tenses changed.
Rules to the Game:
- This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
- The story must be new writing, not a snippet from something published elsewhere with the prompt added.
- Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
- Post your story in the comments section of this post
- Include your word count in the post (or be excluded from judging)
- Include your social media handle or email in the post (so we easily notify you)
- The challenge is open 7 AM to 8 PM Mountain Time US.
- The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up.
How it benefits you:
- You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we’re all about promotion – you know you are!)
- You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
- Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Bluesky, MeWe, and Mastodon, etc.
Our Judge for Week 675:
Most Consistent #TT Winner, Newfie mom, and Romance Author, Silver James.
And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.
The Prompt:
“That was too simple.”
All stories written herein are the property (both intellectual and physical) of the authors. Comments do not represent the views of the host and the host reserves the right to remove any content. Now, away with you, Flash Fiction Fanatics, and show us your #ThursThreads. Good luck!
Sam the Squirrel
Where I live there are many trees. And several squirrels. Or, as I began to believe, just one. It’s hard to tell with squirrels. I mean, they live in trees but they don’t hold conventions. I had only ever seen one at a time. Part of me wanted there to be a whole scurry of them. Even that term for multiple squirrels suggested that they scoot, or scurry so that you never quite see them just hanging out.
They’re always on the move.
They or just one.
Unless they freeze up.
I used to have three cats. Well, two house cats and a third, Wild Wendy I called her. She was pretty much a loner, lived outside, snarled a lot.
And chased squirrels.
Until she didn’t.
Took off one day.
Or so I thought.
The other two eventually got old and died. I opted to not replace them.
Too much trouble, I suppose.
Started talking to the squirrel. Sam I called him. I’d sit out on my deck, ground level and put out some seeds. Over a few weeks, Sam would shimmy in, closer and closer. We’d talk about world events. I mean, I would and he would almost listen. Occasionally I’d mention Trump but Sam seemed disinterested in the wonky American President’s antics. That was too simple a notion I suppose for a squirrel to grasp, that a world leader was…squirrely.
My little joke but Sam seemed to enjoy it.
As much as a squirrel could.
250 Words
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