Week 659 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 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 M.L. Gammella 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
- Silver James
- Mark Ethridge
- Siobhan Muir
- David A. Ludwig
- K.R. Van Horn
- Sheilagh Lee
Honorable Mention
Sheilagh Lee | Website
Miranda says: On the opposite end, there’s this bittersweet story. I loved how they turned the prompt phrase into a theme of the entire tale. Excellent story on saying goodbye and family.
winner announcement
Week 659 Winner
M.L. says: I loved the whimsy in this tale. It was very descriptive and you can’t help but get sucked in and want to keep reading to see what happens with this most unique couple. It was a sweet little bit of happiness that I was happy to read.
𝙈𝙮 𝘼𝙘𝙘𝙪𝙧𝙖𝙩𝙚 𝙍𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙡𝙡𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝘿𝙖𝙮 𝙄 𝙈𝙚𝙩 𝙈𝙮 𝙒𝙞𝙛𝙚
I found her on the third Tuesday of ambition.
She was sitting beneath a tree that looked suspiciously like a lamp post, eating lemon drops from a hollowed-out paperback. The sky smelled faintly of vanilla, and when she laughed, the clouds blinked.
We’d been talking. Or maybe we hadn’t. One thing was certain, though. The conversation had a definite beginning.
“I love you,” I said. It slipped out ahead of my lips like it had somewhere to be.
She tilted her head as if listening for something only the universe could say aloud. “Love? Like… ‘we’ve built a life together and shared a thousand Tuesdays’ kind of love?”
“No, no,” I said quickly, shaking my pockets in case something wise fell out. “More like… love as in, I don’t know. I’m glad I met you.” Her eyes were the color of a thought I hadn’t finished yet. Something bright but just out of reach. “You make me better.”
She tilted her head. “I do?”
“Yes. So I love you. Maybe not as a woman, yet. But as a human. A human woman. When we’re together, I’ll hold you and breathe you in.”
She studied me.
“I mean it,” I said, standing straighter, storybook-bold. “I love you, human woman!”
She smiled. “You don’t even know my name.”
“That’s no problem,” I replied. “It’s probably something excellent.”
She laughed again, and this time, it rained upside-down. “Should we build a staircase to the moon and paint it green?”
Something real had happened.
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Congratulations Six Time Winner K.R., and Honorable Mention Sheilagh! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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