Week 545 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 Mary Decker for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
- Mark A. Morris
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- Lexikon | @Lexikonical
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Lexikon | @Lexikonical
Mary says: An excellent bit of misdirection – and just when you think you know who your players are, you learn- you know nothing, and things are about to get interesting.
Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Mary says: I love the concept- kind of Supernatural Cleaners /witness protection. This lends itself to a much bigger story – which I would like to read.
Week 545 Winner
Mary says: I love the by-play between the characters and the fact that all their scheming and shenanigans are an effort not to play a friend, but to protect them from themselves – proving, the things people will go through when the direct approach fails.
“We can’t fake this.” Dalton was determined to put his plan into effect.
“Yer off yer bloody rocker, mate.” Loch was not buying this insane plot.
“Answer me this, then. Is he happy?”
“Like I’d know?”
Dalton heaved a disappointed sigh. “You’re a Wolf. You know exactly what emotions are swirling around. I can tell just by looking at them. If we have to suffer through any more of those longing glances they cast upon each other when they think no one is looking, we’ll all go batshit. Good grief, even the kids know what’s happening.”
“He’s bloody well moonstruck, Dalton. Let nature run her course. Kin’ll claim Meg sooner than later.”
Unable to help himself, Dalton rolled his eyes. “Or he’ll go feral in the process.”
Surfer Boy had a point and Loch could admit that to himself. He’d already witnessed the shenanigans Kin’s wolf had pulled. They’d only get worse as time passed. “So what is this master plan of yours?”
Dalton outlined his strategy and waited for Loch’s response. If his plotting had any chance of working, this had to look real.
Indignant, he glowered at the Irishman. “Why not?”
“You said it yourself. We’re Wolves. He’ll know she’s not really in danger.” He tapped his nose. “She’s cool under fire but we can still hear her heartbeat and smell the fear.”
“Then I’ll think of something else.”
“Put yer schemin’ t’bed, Dalton.”
“That’s what I’m trying to do! Put those two in bed. Together.”
Congratulations SIXTY TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mentions Lexikon and Kelly! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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