Week 487 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 George Varhalmi 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
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Catherine Verdier | @CatheVerdier
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
George says: Great stories everyone, I really enjoyed them. Until next time.
Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
George says: The big sister will be there for a long, long time. I loved the intensity of the scene. It went well and I liked the undead twist. Overall, its a good tale with a good amount of emotion.
Miya Kressin | @miya_kressin
George says: Great tale, I loved the eroticism the scene alludes to and the unexpected consequence the heroine finds herself in. The tale was well written and ended on a creepy note. I feel sorry for the heroine but curious to find out what’s next.
Week 487 Winner
George says: This was a tough choice and in the end it came down to the ending. The kittens win. I loved the big, bad vibe the story had and that it ended on cute protective twist and almost Indiana Jones-like dilemma: it had to be cats. Whether these mobsters have it in them for harm or do they let the theft slide is for the next scene. Good tale awesome ending.
Ronan looked up from the paperwork he’d been studying. Brendan stood in the doorway, shifting foot-to-foot, looking everywhere but at him. He waited, knowing the other man wouldn’t have intruded without reason.
“Uh…boss?” Brendan still didn’t meet his eyes.
“What is it?”
“Well, ya see…” The younger man inhaled and finally met his gaze. “Finn came t’me because things have gone missin’.”
Ronan straightened. “Someone’s been stealin’ from the bar?”
“Sort of? Who?”
“Yeah, it’s been small stuff. And the girl, she’s been actin’ suspicious.”
“Bowie’s. Fee. Fiona. She’s been sneakin’ out of his place. Plus she’s been helpin’ Finn out in the back.”
“That’s the thing, boss. She slipped out the back door about five minutes ago.”
Ronan pushed out of his chair. “Let’s go.”
They found her behind the dumpster and confronted her.
Fiona, eyes brimming with tears, faced them down. “I can’t abandon them.” Her chin jutted at a stubborn angle despite the tremor in her voice.
The three men exchanged wary glances. Female tears plus a fiery temper boded ill for them. Something yowled, a pitifully weak sound. That’s when they saw the milk carton and the rag-filled wooden box at her feet.
Green eyes snapped at them as she squatted and snuggled four tiny kittens in her arms. “And I won’t let you hurt them.”
Bowie rubbed the back of his neck. “Cats. It had to be cats.”
What were Wolves to do?
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