#ThursThreads – Week 441- Winners

Week 441 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 Josh McLees 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:

  • Richard Gibney | @ragtaggiggagon
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • Mark A. Morris
  • Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
  • Catherine Ducourau | @cathducourau
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
  • Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
  • Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem

Honorable Mentions

Kelly Heinen | @Aightball

Josh says: This story was quite interesting and I was really intrigued by the storyline of a father finding out their child’s secret. I also visualized this story in my mind and it was kind of cool to see it so easily pictured. Awesome work!

Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea

Josh says: I loved this story, it had a dark mysterious undertone that I really enjoyed. It left me wanting to know more, like what is her story? What did she think of her mother after finding the truth out? Brilliant story.

winner announcement

Week 441 Winner

Silver James | @SilverJames_

Josh says: I loved this werewolf tale and the interactions between the characters, although short it reminded me of those movies where the main characters’ ancestors give them advice. It was just fun to read and I actually wish there was a full novel with this story! Phenomenal story!

The old woman blinked rheumy eyes as if that would help her vision. Luc stared out the window at the bayou. Spanish moss dripped from cypress trees old enough to witness the War Between the States.

“Not sure what you mean, MawMaw.”

She snorted, the sound as sharply inelegant as his ancient Cajun great-grandmother. “You can’t outrun the truth, boo. Not on two feet or four. What yer cher be like?”

“She’s…she’s” His words faltered like a phonograph needle bouncing across a deep scratch.

“She’s what?”

“Funny.” Something slithered off the bank and plopped into the water. Big gator. “Sweet. Scatterbrained.”

Ours, his inner wolf insisted.

“Nuttin’ wrong with any dem things, boo.”

“She’s fragile.” He turned haunted eyes on the woman who’d helped raise him. “I’ll break her.”

MawMaw lifted her chin and cackled, her loud laughter filling the small cabin. “You don’t know nuttin’ ’bout nuttin’, Lucien Bergeron. I thought PawPaw and me did a better job o’raisin’ you. What does d’wolf have to say?”

Luc responded without thinking. “Mine. Ours.”

“So he be claimin’ dat li’l gal?” Delighted now, her eyes glowed with an inner light. She leaned back and set her rocker in motion. “You ‘member dat first time you go tru da shift?”

His body ached at the memory. His wolf tearing through muscles and sinews, remaking bones. The feel of fur. “Yeah. I remember.”

“Den listen to yer wolf. He be smarter dan a moonstruck fool like chu.”

She had a point.
~~~~~~~

Congratulations FORTY-SIX TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mentions Kelly and Bill! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published.

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.