Week 422 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our ninth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you for sticking with us. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Angela Roe for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
- Mark A. Morris
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Torn MacAlester | @Torn_MacAlester
Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
Angela says: Mark’s story broke my heart right along side the cats in the rescue league. I felt not only the pain of the cats but the compassion of the caregiver who spent extra time comforting them.
Mark A. Morris
Angela says: His story brought the yearning for flight and freedom to life. I loved his ability to make me feel the bird’s emotions!!
Week 422 Winner
Angela says: This story was completely unexpected and literally made me laugh out loud. When the kids were yanked out from under the bed, I thought some terrifying doom awaited them. The unexpected joy and laughter in this twist made it the winner.
She placed her index finger against pursed lips. “Shhhhh.”
“They’re not coming back.”
“How do you know?” Her voice was a mere whisper. He wouldn’t have heard what she said if he’d been full human. He wasn’t. He was a Wolf. Not that he’d shifted yet but he would.
“I just know.”
“You think you’re so smart.”
Micah puffed out his chest. “That’s because I am.”
In the distance, a floor board creaked. Before he could stand and go check it out, Grace grabbed his wrists and jerked him under the bed with her.
“They’re baaack,” she intoned, her voice spooky.
Footsteps echoed, coming closer. Boots appeared, framed by the bed skirt.
Eyes wide, Grace made the shushing gesture again. Micah held his breath as more footsteps approached.
“They’ve got to be here somewhere.” The gruff voice rumbled with a slight growl. “Stupid kids.”
The men muttered bad words but eventually left. Micah let out his breath and suddenly realized that he’d been gripping Gracie’s hand. Hard. Or she was squeezing his. He wasn’t sure.
“How long do we have to hide?” Her breath tickled his ear and fought the urge to scratch.
“Thought you were so smart.”
They both screamed as hands curled around their ankles and jerked them from under the bed. Then they burst into giggles. The two men exchanged a look before rolling their eyes.
“Ally, ally oxen free!” Gracie shouted.
Micah squirmed out of his dad’s grip and ran, yelling, “Hide-n-seek!”
Congratulations FORTY-TWO TIME WINNER Silver., and Honorable Mentions Mark and Mark! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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