Week 570of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. Y’all, we’ve almost reached our anniversary of 11 years. Can you believe it’s been this long? 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 Cara Michaels for judging this week, and getting me started all those years ago. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Mark A. Morris
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Eric Martell | @drmag00
Cara says: Love the world laid out here, with our newbie vampire narrator, but it’s that ending that hits like a truck. RIP, parents.
David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Cara says: Yikes! What seems innocuous at first, quickly turns sinister, and poor Dimitar can’t do a thing to stop wannabe Nurse Ratched.
Week 570 Winner
Cara says: At first, I wondered where this was going. I expected a trip to some back room or cellar, but THEN. The booze worked it’s magic and broke through the veil of magic… and I laughed my ass off.
Sheets to the Wind
“Look, you need to know”
The question was simple, but the way he looked at me I knew it wasn’t good. And then then I smelled his breath, make that his vapor trail. No, this was bad.
“Have you been drinking?”
“Yes. No. Not nearly enough.”
“Which is it?”
“Yes, I am drinking. Now. I was not drinking then, and I haven’t had nearly enough since.”
He poured me a double and passed it across the bar. “You’re going to need that.”
“You’re pushing me.”
“Just trust me. Once you see this– you can’t unsee it.”
I took a sip, hoping it would loosen his tongue, but he just kept staring at me. I downed it and placed the glass on the bar. Instead of talking, he poured me another.
“You’re still three behind me,” he said gesturing to the glass.
This was annoying. I stared at it and then back at him. It was a game of drunken chicken and he was winning. I took the shot, and my world shifted a hair to the left.
My eyes widened as I caught my first glimpse of the man watching me from the corner of the bar. He was shrouded in a mist that kept him hidden, but the booze had broken the illusion. His robes kept him hidden, but I could see his reflection. Death was sitting at my bar, and he was wearing heart-covered boxers.
I tapped my glass and nodded. Nate poured another.
Congratulations TWENTY-EIGHT TIME WINNER Mary, and Honorable Mentions Eric and David! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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