#ThursThreads - Week 133 - Winners

Week 133 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. And so great to have so many new faces in the crowd this week. Welcome! Great thanks to George Varhalmi for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc.

Entries:

• Kirsten Blacketer | @KirBlacketer
• Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke
• TwiAddicAnne
• Charles W. Jones | @ChuckWesJ
• Jason McKinney | @jason_mckinney
• Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
• Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
• P.T. Wyant | @PTWyant
• Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
• Wendy Strain | @WendyStrain
• Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
• Cate Derham | @Cate_Derham
• Silver James | @SilverJames_
• Charley Emma | @Charley_001
• Even Sultry | @EvenSultry
• Susanne Matthews | @jandsmatt
• Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
• Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Kelly Heinen | @Aightball

George says: The story had a lot of compassion and well done. Enjoyed it from beginning to end.

Silver James | @SilverJames_

George says: The back and forth banter was fun and brought life to the tale. Now where does it go, Silver knows.

Even Sultry | @EvenSultry

George says: Love the ending, it was a unique tale.

Week 133 Winner

Jason McKinney | @jason_mckinney

George says: This was a great tale, I enjoyed it from beginning to end. The twist was slick, no pun intended.

“What the hell is he up to?” said Mikhail, watching Sergei walk his post along the perimeter fence. Sergei paused to tug on a section of wire fence. “Stupid’s been doing that for two hours. He walks his post, pauses, and pulls at that section before continuing on.”

“Maybe that’s his escape route.” Lipa peered at Sergei with her scoped AK74. “Perhaps I should do something about it.” She trusted the new transfer as much as Mikhail. “Maybe he’s a rebel sapper.”

Mikhail’s reply was cut off by explosions and gunfire from the base’s west end. “Contact, western sector,” cried their radios. “Rebels armed with RPGs and… Shi-”

Mikhail and Lipa watched their sector. Sergei stood watching them, smiling. A Russian military truck plowed through the fence. Figures leapt from the truck, opening fire as they landed.

“He’s a rebel,” cried Lipa. She fired and Sergei fell. “And that was that,” she spat. She looked to Mikhail, but he was dead.

Lipa sprinted and was almost to her position when something landed on her, knocking her unconscious.

It was nighttime when she awoke. She’d been tied naked, and spread eagle to the ground, illuminated by a spotlight.

“Don’t struggle,” said a voice beyond the light.

Lipa struggled.

“You won’t be raped,” said Sergei, stepping into the light.

“I killed you.”

“Bullets are now ineffective.” His mouth, hands, and uniform were bloody.

“What are you, monster?”

“Dear, clichéd Lipa. You don’t know a damn thing about me.”

And that was that.

Congratulations Winner Jason, Kelly, Silver, and Even! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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