Week 624 and 12 YEARS of #ThursThreads!

So this week celebrates 12 years of #ThursThreads going strong lead by Siobhan Muir. Its one of the longest flash fiction contests I know of (granted my knowledge of flash fiction contests is somewhat limited). Either way, I am happy and honored to be able to participate. Check out all of this week's entries, and prior years entries on her blog: #ThursThreads

I missed last week, but I had the pleasure of winning Week 622 with my little tale of the end of the world. That was very cool. 

Apparently I must be on a theme or trend as this week's takes on a similar but different bend.

Prompt:  “I made that last one up.”

Zakaria’s eyes scan the paper in his hand, his eyebrows raising the farther he went. “This is quite the list.”

Adain rubs the back of his neck and stares at the floor. “Well, you asked for what we needed.”

“That I did.” Zakaria looks it over one more time before folding it up and tucking it in the inside pocket of his jacket.

“No questions?” the younger man asks, still refusing to look Zakaria in the eye. He shifts his weight nervously from one foot to another.

“Should I have any?”

“Uh, um, that is-uh.”

“Out with it, Adain.”

“Imadethatlastoneup,” Adian rushes, looking everywhere except at Zakaria.

Zakaria chuckled and debated whether he should put the younger man out of his misery or not. Watching him squirm certainly was entertaining.

“What was that? I didn’t quite catch.”

Adian sighed and stared at the floor again, his face flushed. A beat later, he took a deep breath, squared his shoulders, and finally looked at Zakaria. “I made that last one up.”

Zakaria laughed and clapped Adian on the shoulder. “I know.”

The younger man’s eyes bugged out with a look of incredulousness. “H-h-how?”

“I was your age once, a long time ago. I know how it goes.” Zakaria wrapped an arm around the other man’s shoulder in camaraderie. “Now, let’s go see about fulfilling this list. You only take over the world for the first time once.”