Week 129 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. Great thanks to Anastasia Vitsky for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.
- Yusuf Toropov | @LiteraryJihadi
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Toni Morrow Wyatt | @Toni1777
- Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
- Louisa Bacio | @LouisaBacio
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM
Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMMAnastasia says: Nice energy that culminates in a chuckle of satisfaction.
Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Anastasia says: Siobhan creates a wonderfully sensual longing.
Week 129 Winner
Anastasia says: Lyrical pacing, stunning details, seamless incorporation of this week's prompt make her entry stand out. I would love to see this as part of a longer work.
Dry leaves crunched beneath Shawna’s feet. She stooped, gathering twigs and pinecones, kindling for the fire. The wind kicked up, swirling with a whistle around her ankles, lifting her black skirt. With her free hand, she held onto her hat before it adventured off.
Returning to the campsite, she placed the wood in the middle of the ring, under her cauldron. With her fingers, she rubbed the curved lip, infusing her aura into the cast iron. The vessel had been handed down via the women in her family, from mother to daughter, until it landed in Shawna’s hands.
With a strike of the match, the pine needles sparked with a blue-orange flame.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Dru, her best friend since childhood, settled her scavengings in the pile and took the seat next to her. Long dark hair draped over her shoulders and ran in streams around the swells of her breasts.
Shawna averted her eyes, and tended to the recipe. “I’m tired of being alone. This spell shows my one true love.”
One by one, the ingredients went in, and Shawna chanted. Dru’s leg pressed against hers, causing a physical heat. She concentrated, her voice growing louder.
She opened her eyes, and saw Dru. “No, that didn’t work.”
“Maybe it did.” Dru slipped her hand through Shawna’s hair, knocking off her hat and brushed her lips against the other woman’s.
Warmth infused Shawna’s body. The fire crackled, shooting up a flurry of sparkling embers. Magic.
Congratulations Two Time Winner Louisa, and Hunter! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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