Welcome back to the home of #ThursThreads for Week 680. Year Lucky 13! The last year of the cycle, the Moon Year. To those who keep coming back, I’m delighted to see you again!
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 680:
Writer at Arms, Writer with Arms, and Pre-Published Romantasy Author, Jacob Summers.
And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.
The Prompt:
“Have you something to add?”
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 in the Moon Year. Good luck!
I turned the apartment key deliberately, and opened the door slowly, a bouquet of wildflowers cradled lightly in my free hand. It would be a surprise, a rare early night. I closed the door as quietly as I could and turned, gazing out across the living room with its view to the brownstone across the way.
She wasn’t there, and I thought she might still be out. Until I heard her. The unmistakable sound of passion flowing down the hallway. It froze me, and I was suddenly gripping the stems of the flowers tightly.
Finally, I took a step towards what I heard. Then another. And another. Until I could make out the words. “Yes. Yes.” Being stretched out by deeper and deeper breaths. “Yes. Yes.” This stopped me.
The door to the bedroom, our bedroom, was open but only slightly, the sounds echoing through the empty hallway.
“Yes. Yes.”
Still holding onto the bouquet, I resumed my steps, then slowly and carefully pushed open the door, fearing what, and who, I would see.
There on the bed was my wife. She was alone, beneath the sheets, her hand moving rapidly. Her eyes closed and her breaths short.
“Yes. Yes.” Becoming deeper, building to a crescendo.
Suddenly, her eyes shot open. Her hand stopped. Her face a cloak of embarrassment as she realized she was no longer alone. Then, a smile spread across her panting face.
“Have you something to add?” she asked. Turns out that I did.
Something to Add. Joseph P. Garland, @jpgarlandauthor (Bluesky). 248 Words