Week 635 of #ThursThreads was a success, and y’all never disappoint. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. You are why we’re still doing this, and why we’ve made it 12 YEARS!
If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to David A. Ludwig for judging this week. Follow Siobhan Muir on Bluesky or check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Alexandra Eve
- Bill Engleson
- Jeffrey Hollar
- Silver James
- Siobhan Muir
- David A. Ludwig
- Mark Ethridge
- Louisa Bacio
Honorable Mention
Bill Engleson | Website
David says: The sci-fi twist at the end really put this one over the top for me. And I loved how you used the prompt to transition into it.
winner announcement
Week 635 Winner
David says: I love the way you immerse us in the domestic scene, raise the tension with the intelligence situation, and then snap us out of it with breaking glass. There were multiple tightly executed stories this week, and this was definitely one of them. I would have enjoyed spending more time with any character or activity here, and you fit it all into a very complete feeling 250 words. Well done!
Mac glanced at his wife. Propped on her elbows, Hannah bent over the kitchen counter studying the cookbook sprawled open in front of her. Their son sat on a stool beside her.
Liam patted her encouragingly. “It’s not that hard, Mom.”
“Easy for you to say,” she muttered.
Looking away in case she caught him smiling, he refocused on the intelligence report he held. They might be living off the grid but he had ways of keeping a finger on the pulse of their enemies. He had to take them down so his wife and son could live their lives out in the open—well, as open as any Wolf could live. And it wasn’t just Hannah and Liam. The fates of all his men and their families rested on his ability to lead them through perilous times.
His phone pinged. Glancing down, he read Lightfoot’s text message. Mac’s second in command was moving Liz and Micah. Again. He’d gotten the same messages from Nate and Sean. Even Rudy and Antoine, despite the tightly-knit Cajun community out in the bayous keeping them and their mates safe, were on the move.
This timing unsettled him. All of them were being herded to the same area. Why now? And why there? He needed more info
Glass shattered in the kitchen. He jumped to his feet as Hannah let loose with a string of curses. He smiled. Frozen pizza for dinner. Again. He’d figure it out, keep them safe. That’s what Alphas did.
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Congratulations SEVENTY-TWO TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mention Bill! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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