Week 670 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 almost 13 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
- Siobhan Muir
- Kelly Heinen
- Sheilagh Lee
- David A. Ludwig
- Silver James
- Mark Ethridge
- K.R. Van Horn
Honorable Mentions
David A. Ludwig | Website
M.L. says: Nothing like coming home and finding something unexpected on your kitchen table .. and to find that unexpected thing is sentient and talks telepathically. I wanted to know so much more about this little golden squirrel.
winner announcement
Week 670 Winner
M.L. says: The Place Between Places – I absolutely loved the visuals of this of the in-between places and all the possibilities. One line struck me “Not all hearts follow the same map.” Pretty and profound. I think that is going to stick with me for awhile.
– The Place Between Places –
In the Realm of Painted Echoes, colors whispered and walls laughed and made us laugh and remembered our laughter. We. You and I. Remember? How we traced forgotten songs on stained-glass rivers, but the air was too hollow and polite?
And then in the Orchard of Silver Sleep, the foxes wore velvet coats and teacups sprouted from tree branches and a boy made of feathers offered us a dream in exchange for our names and we smiled and floated on and on
through the Marsh of Almosts, where we tiptoed past reflections of lives we might have lived. One showed us laughing at a dinner table. Another showed us in states of infidelity with people we almost loved.
In the Place Between Places, the sky was a deep plum stitched with goose-egg moons and clouds that hung limp and low like hammocks. Lanterns bobbed along invisible spiderweb strings. There, sitting on a swing made of wind, we met the girl with the moss-green eyes and let our souls speak to each other fluently.
She ran to us and we gazed and gazed and the girl asked, “He didn’t go with you?”
We shook our heads and the silent swing creaked and a petal drifted sideways and floated off to somewhere else.
She said, “Not all hearts follow the same map,” and she curled her fingers into our hands.
And we sat there, in that quiet place stitched between realms, where everything felt exactly like belonging to belonging to belonging.
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Congratulations Eleven Time Winner K.R., and Honorable Mention David! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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