Week 688 of #ThursThreads was a success, a remarkable feat for 13 solid years. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. You are why we’re still doing this. I’m truly grateful for all y’all!
If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Eric Martell for judging this week. Follow Siobhan Muir on Bluesky or check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction server on Discord or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Joseph P. Garland
- Miranda Kate
- Bill Engleson
- Silver James
- Siobhan Muir
- David A. Ludwig
- Kelly Heinen
Honorable Mention
Joseph P. Garland | Website
Eric says: I thought it was really interesting that the first two stories chose the same theme, a cheating husband and a wife getting rid of him. This was very strong writing, the emotions of the two characters jumping off the screen. When I was reading it, I thought “wow, someone’s going to have to do great to beat this.”
winner announcement
Week 688 Winner
Eric says: And then I read this one. The same theme, the same emotions, then a murder! And then a mystery. Nice job!
“What are you doing?” she screamed.
“Leaving,” he replied bluntly.
“No, you can’t!”
Rob rolled his eyes. Audrey could feel her temper rising. He’d been the one who’d betrayed her; he’d been disloyal, how could he leave?
“You can’t just walk out the door!”
“Watch me,” he said, turning away from her.
She felt something in her mind snap, as though she was no longer in her body. She grabbed the pair of scissors on the sideboard, and repeatedly thrust the blades into his back until he fell at the door. He wasn’t leaving.
She stood catching her breath as the rage dissipated, observing what she’d done. Shit!
She knelt down and tried to find a pulse, her mind spinning through all the possible ways she might get away with this – he was leaving anyway.
Then she had an idea. She grabbed her coat, phone and keys, pocketing the scissors, and went out the back door to her car. She jumped in and drove away, stopping at a gas station to clean up, tossing the scissors in a lake nearby. Then she went to the mall, bought a new shirt, putting the dirty one in a dumpster.
When she arrived home, she opened the front door, hand on phone ready to dial the police about an intruder. But Rob was gone; there was no blood or body.
She heard tires on the driveway.
Rob pulled up and climbed out of his car. He smiled at her. “You okay, honey?”
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Congratulations Two Time Winner Miranda, and Honorable Mention Joseph! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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