Week 81 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 welcome to the new folks who stopped by. Great thanks to James Cox for judging this week. :)
Entries:
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Toni Morrow Wyatt | @Toni1777
- Ryan Derham | @Ryan_Derham
- S.J. Maylee | @SJMaylee
- Sandra Bunino | @SandraBunino
- Lizzie Koch | @Lizzie_Loodles
- Charley Emma | @Charley_001
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- C.A. Keane | @AuthorCAKeane
- Mark Ethridge | @LurchMunster
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Nellie Batz | @solimond
- Teresa Cypher | @Teresa_Cypher
Winners Announcement:
Honorable Mentions
Teresa Cypher | @Teresa_Cypher
Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Week 81 Winner
James says: That was a fantastic snippet.
My legs had long since fallen asleep, the familiar pins and needles
stung at my feet and calves as we hid, crouched beneath the drug store’s
counter.
“Will it come back?”
Sophie’s tiny fingers were gripped tightly around what was left of my left hand, the burgundy remnants of my blood still encrusted into her thin finger nails and pale cuticles. She seemed not to notice although I did see her peeking once or twice at my amputated stub of pinkie that poked out from within the dish towel I had clumsily wrapped it up in. She was still a child in so many ways but the last ten hours had aged her some and she no longer looked at things through the eyes of a six year old girl.
“Possibly.”
The little white lie was pretty unbelievable, even for a kid, but I hoped Sophie didn’t notice. It was going to come back, it knew we were here, it was hungry, and it had already sampled the merchandise, so to speak.
Yes, it would be back but that wasn’t really the worst of it.
We had a shot of getting away, hell, I might even be able to kill it with a little bit of luck but the fact was, I had been bitten and there was no escaping that tidbit of bad news.
I gripped Sophie’s hand as we watched the sun disappear from the sky outside.
It was getting late and I was already getting hungry.
“Will it come back?”
Sophie’s tiny fingers were gripped tightly around what was left of my left hand, the burgundy remnants of my blood still encrusted into her thin finger nails and pale cuticles. She seemed not to notice although I did see her peeking once or twice at my amputated stub of pinkie that poked out from within the dish towel I had clumsily wrapped it up in. She was still a child in so many ways but the last ten hours had aged her some and she no longer looked at things through the eyes of a six year old girl.
“Possibly.”
The little white lie was pretty unbelievable, even for a kid, but I hoped Sophie didn’t notice. It was going to come back, it knew we were here, it was hungry, and it had already sampled the merchandise, so to speak.
Yes, it would be back but that wasn’t really the worst of it.
We had a shot of getting away, hell, I might even be able to kill it with a little bit of luck but the fact was, I had been bitten and there was no escaping that tidbit of bad news.
I gripped Sophie’s hand as we watched the sun disappear from the sky outside.
It was getting late and I was already getting hungry.
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