Week 526 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re in Year 10 and that’s an accomplishment in itself! Thank you to all y’all for coming back to write for all these years. I couldn’t have done it without you. If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! 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.
Entries:
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Mark A. Morris
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Honorable Mentions
Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
George says: I liked the edginess of it. It packed a punch in the gut with the uncertainty between the characters. I liked where it was going and want to read more.
Mark A. Morris
George says: I liked that someone isn’t quite with it – waking up will do that to a guy – but suddenly his friend is a Tooth Fairy and smacks him with a shoulder bag full of molars. It was funny.
Special Mention: Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
George says: For the birthday woman, she too, deserves a mention. Because she wrote a strong, sensitive, and tearful tale. It was sincere, sad, and heartbreaking. All the feels.
winner announcement
Week 526 Winner
George says: This was snarky, funny, and the last line just nailed it for me – “Kids these days.” You have an old sold looking out for the younger and less experienced. And he takes no one’s crap. Great story.
Who Hunts the Hungry?
Cal pulled his army jacket a little tighter around him as the caravan pulled into the parking lot near the bridge and unpacked their gear. Some of it he recognized, and some he didn’t but he knew what they were the minute one of them started talkin’ about Madame Laveau, ghosts, and vampires.
He also saw a small group of neo-goths targeting the group. He sighed. He could just let the two groups duke it out, but it wasn’t in the best interest of the neighborhood.
With a sigh, he pulled his collar up and approached the ghost hunters. He knew that warning them away would only make them want to stay so he smiled and drew closer.
“Y’all know why I’m here,” he said in a long-suffering voice as he reached the group. “That’ll be fifty dollars.”
“What?” Their leader demanded.
Cal nodded pointing to the parking sign. “Fifty dollars.”
“But, we have a permit.”
“Permit don’t cover parkin’, son.”
He smiled as they briefly discussed the merits of paying before packing up and leaving. They were long gone by the time the hunters were in position.
“You’re going to pay for that, old man,” one of the neogoths growled
He turned, towards them his eyes, glowing in the dark, “You know why I’m here,” he answered. “Ain’t no prey here— just put dem fangs back inside your head an’ keep moving.”
He shook his head as they walked away. Kids these days.
~~~~~~~
Congratulations TWENTY-THREE TIME WINNER M.T., and Honorable Mentions Katheryn and Mark! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
Pass on the great news on Twitter, Facebook, MeWe, shiny mirrors, Morse Code, and signal flags. Check out all the original tales HERE. Thanks for stopping by and happy reading! 🙂
