Week 481 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 Veronica Jorden for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Mark A. Morris
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Mark A. Morris
Veronica says: This unfolds like the first few minutes of a crime show. The camera is fixed on a man’s face as he comes into consciousness and then pans out. This isn’t just a catnap. Immediately the stakes jump and then they expand when we learn that she means business and he is caught between a rock and a hard place.
The content has an edge to it, but the delivery is smooth and well paced.
Week 481 Winner
Veronica says: This had such a smooth delivery. The reader is there, hunting this dirty cop along with the main character. The pacing was slow and deliberate, everything we’d expect a wolf hunt to be. A bit of a dark hero, the main character is controlled and fully aware of his purpose. In the beginning he is the defender, but the last paragraph gives him a darker edge. Despite being short, this felt like a much bigger scene.
Furious, Devlin followed his target, his wolf’s claws barely leashed. He’d overheard the argument, recognized the sound of flesh on flesh and the painful cry that followed. He had a job and it wasn’t breaking into that house to make sure the pretty woman who lived there was okay. So now he watched the sleazeball harass the girls working the stroll on Kneeland Street from his hidden position. The arse was an infinite tool. It wasn’t a question of who or how. No, it was simply a question of when. Tommy Gallagher was a dead man walking. Because Devlin would kill the corrupt cop and feel not an ounce of guilt. He’d happily put a bullet between the bastard’s eyes.
Gallagher grabbed the prostitute’s ass as she tried to squeeze past him and Dev tensed. Not yet. He couldn’t end the man yet. Not until Ronan and Brian gave the go-ahead. They had plans and taking matters into his own hands would only screw things up. So he watched. And waited. And bid his time.
His thoughts turned to Gallagher’s wife. She’d be better off without him but did she love him so much that she wouldn’t leave him? They’d been married in the Church and she went to mass every Sunday. Dev knew this because he followed her too. So was it death do they part? His wolf clawed at his insides, no longer a patient hunter. “Soon,” he whispered to his inner beast. And the woman. “That’s a promise.”
Congratulations FIFTY-FOUR TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mention Mark! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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