Week 654 of #ThursThreads was a success, and y’all never disappoint. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. You are why we’re still doing this, and why we’ve made it more than 12 YEARS!
If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to David A. Ludwig for judging this week. Follow Siobhan Muir on Bluesky or check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Bill Engleson
- Patty Dump
- Silver James
- Mark Ethridge
- Alex Minns
- K.R. Van Horn
- Siobhan Muir
- David A. Ludwig
- Nellie Batz
Honorable Mentions
Silver James | Website
David says: The opening contrast of mundanes and magicks, with the latter scowling at Sade, was a strong opening hook. Pairing that with the brilliant interplay of Sade, Caleb, and Nikos put this one over the top for the sole Honorable Mention slot.
winner announcement
Week 654 Winner
David says: In a week of strong entries, the immersive beauty of this scene kept me coming back to Yelapa Morn. The sensory details are sumptuous and the characters compelling. I loved the quiet compassion and how easily the reader flows through the scene. Extremely well done.
Yelapa Morn
“I’m sorry,” she’d finally said.
“You have a delightful laugh,” he’d replied. Though that was true, it was the timing that proved disconcerting. Throughout his not particularly difficult life, at least not until Berkeley and that series of violent events, he’d found that laughter of any sort helps most of the time.
Was this the exception, he wondered.
She turned to him, ran her sun-browned hand over his shoulder, touched his face, smiled, said, “I was laughing at me. I was so happy that you would travel all this way to…” and she paused. He thought to complete her sentence, a habit from their earlier time together. As he was about to say, “reconnect…” she said, “to be with me.”
He nodded. Then, afraid of allowing an awkward silence, added, “Did you think I wouldn’t?”
She kissed him and took him on a most pleasurable journey.
Sleep came easily.
The next morning the sun blazed down on the Palapa. Though there was a freshening breeze, the heat was stifling. They rolled into each others’ arms.
“Good morning,” she said.
“It is,” he concurred.
“What day is it?” she asked. When he looked confused she said, “I don’t pay much attention to what day it is here. Each day is quite similar.”
“Thursday,” he revealed. “Ascension Day.”
“You’re not Catholic.”
“No, but when you get shot, you give some thought to the afterlife.”
“Time for a morning swim,” she smiled. “Lets go.”
Naked, they slipped into the waiting sea.
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Congratulations THIRTY-SEVEN TIME WINNER Bill, and Honorable Mention Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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