Week 479 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Nine years! If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you for coming back each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to David Ludwig for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Miya Kressin | @miya_kressin
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Silver James | @SilverJames_
David says: I’m a sucker for a good action scene and this was some great action with a pleasing amount of character built into and around it. Bonus points for cleverly breaking up the prompt.
Week 479 Winner
David says: I picked this one for the win because I love how contemporary it feels from the start with doctors and x-rays and a plague. The relaxed pace you layered in the more fantastical elements was smooth and very satisfying. Your mix of fantasy elements by the end hit a lot of good buttons for me and left me intrigued by your characters and their circumstances. I especially liked needing an IV to flush a poison before the patient could heal herself.
The doctor looked at the x-ray report, to his patient, and back to the x-ray. “I don’t understand; it shows nothing, yet there was something there in the last three. The crystal webbing we saw in your bones is gone.”
The young woman simply smiled. “I told you there was nothing there. Can I go home now?”
He sighed while trying to find some reason to keep her. The new plague was still spreading through the country, and any patient he could keep safely within the walls of the hospital until a cure was found was one more human he could save. “You could stay. It’s safer here.” He really didn’t want her to go.
She flipped her hair back and whispered something under her voice until a shimmer spread along her neck. “I’m not safe anywhere, and you and your patients are safer without me here.” A witch-mark appeared— the bindrune of her family line, her strength, and her specialty— and then faded away. “I needed the IV to flush what I was poisoned with so that I could heal myself. I stayed long enough to build my reserve for going back out. I’m immune to the virus by my birthright.”
He had known she smelled different than the others, and he let his eyes shine briefly before he locked his wolf away. “Stay a few more days, please?” He didn’t want her out with hunters searching for her. His wolf wanted her.
Congratulations Five Time Winner Miya, and Honorable Mention Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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