Week 568 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re almost to our eleventh year and the time is flying. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. 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 Louisa Bacio for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Mark A. Morris
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Louisa says: Thank you to all the writers who turned out this week, and once again to Siobhan Muir for hosting. As a regular judge, I am familiar with these contributors and their voices. That said, choosing the winners were tough!
David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Louisa says: There’s a complexity in Ludwig’s piece that’s extra sophisticated because it’s only 189 words. The reader gets hooked on these mysterious surgeries and drawn further in with the mention of necromancers. Honestly, I had to read the piece a few times to find the original prompt. Bravo!
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Louisa says: Great use of pacing, syntax and the prompt. The piece left me with the hanging questions: What happened to Fred and the turtle?
Week 569 Winner
Louisa says: Strong voice of the narrator. Silver creates an intriguing character and situation. The flash fiction went somewhere I didn’t expect, which is a good thing. I’d say it’s a most unexpected Meet Cute!
Brakes screamed like a victim in a teen slasher movie. Even with my reflexes, I couldn’t avoid the damn car hurtling toward the crosswalk. The bumper on the passenger side hit me. I took flight. Fuck me. This would hurt when I landed. It did, and I blacked out.
Sirens. I think. Darkness swallowed me again even as I knew I had to get up, walk away. No cops. No ambulance.
“I wasn’t sure if he breathed.”
The voice tugged me back to reality. Melodic. Accented. Very close.
“I…I was afraid so I have not touched him. He has not moved. I watched carefully. I…” Her voice trailed off and she wouldn’t meet the cop’s eyes. That made me curious.
“Have you been drinking?”
I cracked an eyelid. The woman’s face registered shock then indignation. I studied her, both eyes open now. The EMT squatting by me tried to take my blood pressure. I waved him away. He remained insistent on checking me out. I’m a Wolf shifter. I’d be fine. Except for the woman. My wolf wanted out to play with her. That would not happen.
She was slender, short, with dark hair that hung straight below her shoulders. Every few seconds she nervously pushed heavy black-framed glasses up her nose. Nerd bait. My wolf didn’t care. I sat up, then stood. The EMT looked from the crushed Mini Cooper to all six feet five inches of me.
He blew out a breath. “Dude, you broke her car.”
Congratulations SIXTY-TWO TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mentions David and Bill! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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