#ThursThreads Week 38 – “Waiting”

It’s definitely been a minute since I’ve done any kind of flash fiction, but here we go.

#ThursThreads – The Challenge That Ties Tales Together – Week 38

Welcome back to the Weird, the Wild, & the Wicked. It’s Thursday again, so what should you be doing? Writing #FlashFiction, that’s what! Welcome to Week 38 of #ThursThreads, the challenge that ties tales together. Need the rules? Read on!

Here’s how it works:
  • The prompt is a line from the previous week’s winning tale.
  • The prompt can appear ANYWHERE in your story and is included in your word count.
Rules to the Game:
  • This is a Flash Fiction challenge, which means your story must be a minimum of 100 words, maximum of 250.
  • Incorporate the prompt anywhere into your story (included in your word count).
  • Post your story in the comments section of this post
  • Include your word count (or be excluded from judging)
  • Include your Twitter handle or email (so we know how to find you)
  • The challenge is open 7 AM to 7 PM Pacific Time
  • The winner will be announced on Friday, depending on how early the judge gets up. 😉
How it benefits you:
  • You get a nifty cool badge to display on your blog or site (because we’re all about promotion – you know you are!)
  • You get instant recognition of your writing prowess on this blog!
  • Your writing colleagues shall announce and proclaim your greatness on Facebook, Twitter, and Google Plus

Our Judge for Week 38:

The caffeine addict, excessive gym-rat, and erotica author, Rebecca Grace Allen.
And now your #ThursThreads Challenge, tying tales together.

The Prompt:

“What else was he to do but wait?”
He touched his hand to his left temple and pulled away with blood coating his fingers. Oh, she was good. And she had got him good. A quick knee to the head had left him disoriented and given her time to get away. He could only chuckle. She was his creation and he had trained her well, almost too well. She was more a reactive fighter than an aggressor. She was light on her feet, taking a shoulder length stance while she watched him with wild yet clever eyes. And she had done everything he’d taught her. She’d taken his punches, absorbed them, and then waited for an opening, because there was always an opening. He was caught off guard when she’d gone to ground, slid between his legs and jammed her elbow into his groin. He didn’t go down immediately, but it had been enough to stun him, weaken him. And she took full advantage of that. They’d fought, close quarters, grappled, but somehow she’d always ended up on top and in full control of the situation. He chuckled again as he thought of her running away, a small smile graced her lips as she glanced back at him. She was enjoying this.

He took a seat on a nearby rock. She was headed for the highway and he had headed her off. She would come right to him. What else was he to do but wait?

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