Week 509 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Almost 10 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. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Mark A. Morris
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Catherine Verdier | @CatherineVrdr
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Siobhan says: Oh ho ho. Not what I was expecting. The twist at the end, and how the energy shifted to make the captors afraid. I cackled along with Cal, especially with his remarks about being a toothpick. Terrific tale.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Siobhan says: I really liked Meg’s internal thoughts and how she wouldn’t give up questioning the big, bad military guys. And I want to know her response to his arrogant assertion that she’s his. I could see her raising an eloquent eyebrow. Fun tale.
Week 509 Winner
Siobhan says: What I liked was the magic of Rose, how when she commanded things to stop, they did. It’s like a metaphor for withdrawing deep enough to hear and see all things, and on some level, an acknowledgment that if we just stop and listen, we can help the world. Great tale.
Through that morning, into the afternoon, Rose continued her journey to the ocean. But, as the sun approached the western horizon, Rose whispered, “Stop.” Everything stopped. She turned her head, side to side, and listened. “Something’s wrong.” The rabbit in her lap looked up at her, and twitched its nose. “What do you think?”
The rabbit didn’t answer. The wolves closed ranks to protect Rose, and her rabbit and bird friends. She looked up at a hawk that circled above, “I hear someone. I think you should go find them.” The hawk flew toward the north.
Rose stood up on her crescent moon shaped bolder, and whispered, “Hear.”
At first, there was no sound, then faint sounds of twigs breaking, and the swish of small brush being moved. The sound grew until it was obviously the sound of someone running. Rose whispered, “Heart?” The sound of a furiously beating heart faintly echoed around her. She whispered, “Running?”
She heard the hawk scream from the north, and knew. Someone was lost in the forest. Lost, and running, and scared. But who? How did they get so far from anywhere?
She flicked her wings, and took to the air. Tiny Rose flew toward the sound, faster than any hawk could fly. She flew through the trees, without touching them, between branches, between trunks, in a torturous course only a master of flight could have matched.
She found a woman running through the forest. A woman who was lost, and desperately afraid.
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