Week 482 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 Katheryn Avila 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
- Joseph P. Garland | @JPGarlandAuthor
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Katheryn says: There’s something about a gruff older figure helping out the innocent teenager that just pulls on my heartstrings. This piece leaves me wanting to see what made the teen seek the narrator’s help, and how the narrator intends to get around the restrictions to fulfill the assignment. Good job!
Week 482 Winner
Katheryn says: This pair can clearly get into all sorts of good trouble! The glimpses of magic and their power, and the edge of adventure, really pulled me into this one. Though it’s a short piece, it felt full of world-building and character. Can’t wait to read more!
“Are you coming or not?”
Tondra hasn’t moved from the corner of her cell and all I’ve gotten out of her is her name.
“Look,” I sigh. “More spirits will be here soon. I want to be gone before that and I’d rather not go alone.”
Blasting the doors off our cells and our jailor into the wall had felt good. I’d like to finish the jailor off, but I don’t know how my fellow prisoner would react. I try a different tack.
“What’s your power? You saw mine.”
“Wind and fire? We’re a winning combination!” I grin.
“They took my chair,” she chews the words bitterly.
I glance at the open door to our cell block.
“Those jerks! You want me to look for it? It’s probably nearby.”
Tondra’s face brightens with a revelatory expression. She whistles and then listens. I can’t hear what she’s listening for, but I felt the magic in the whistle. Another whistle and I hear the clatter of wooden wheels over stone. An elegantly carved sturdy wheelchair blows satisfyingly over our prone jailor. I laugh and step out of the way as the chair swerves to a stop next to Tondra.
“And we’re off?”
As Tondra transitions to her wheelchair, she studies me critically.
“How do I know I can trust you?”
“I don’t know about trust, but I hate spirits enough that as long as it’s us versus them I won’t do anything to compromise our side. That’s a promise.”
Congratulations Ten Time Winner David, and Honorable Mention Bill! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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