Week 550 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re halfway through 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 Mark Ethridge for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Mark A. Morris
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Nikki Prince | @AuthorNPrince
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
- Stacy Bennett | @SBennettWrites
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
Mark says: This story triggered a music memory in me. “It’s the end of the world as we know it.”
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Mark says: I love the conversation, and tone of voice in this. It’s like I can almost hear the characters speaking.
M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Mark says: Another conversation that hooked me, and pulled me into the story.
Week 550 Winner
Mark says: How can anyone not love this cat? I can’t help but root for him and his daughter to get things straight, and get him back to himself.
There is no simple answer.
“Come on, Blackie!”
My eight-year-old ward beckons me. I sigh and hop down from my last look at yet another town we’ve been run out of.
I don’t know much about magic. Still, I’m proud of the way the kid’s powers have grown. And terrified for her.
“If Mommy isn’t coming back to us, we’re gonna find her!”
Some mother, I snort. As far as I can tell, that witch never even gave our daughter a name. The townspeople mostly call her Spooky.
I would have named her Jill.
“I’ve gotta be powerful enough to break your curse now! I just need Mommy to teach me how.”
I meow up at her as we walk down yet another road together. She’s a good kid.
Month by month, my memories of being human are slipping away. But the kid never seems to forget that I’m under a curse, even though she’s only ever known me as her cat.
The kid’s step is surprisingly light for everything she’s already been through. We haven’t been able to keep her in shoes for a couple years now. It’s about time to do something about a new dress too.
“Do you think Mommy’s okay?”
Not much would make me happier than hearing that witch got exactly what was coming to her.
“She’ll help us if we find her, right? But where do we even look?”
I rub my head on the kid’s ankle.
There is no simple answer.
Congratulations Fifteen Time Winner David, and Honorable Mentions Sheilagh, Silver, and M.T.! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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