Week 692 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 Silver James 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:
- Cara Michaels
- Siobhan Muir
- Bill Engleson
- Joe Hesch
- Kelly Heinen
- David A. Ludwig
- Miranda Gammella
Honorable Mentions
Bill Engleson | Website
Silver says: Bill’s story was full of all the feels. It tugged the heartstrings along with being well-written. Poignant and touching. Well done, Bill!
winner announcement
Week 692 Winner
Silver says: Wowser! This entry stood out from the first read. It’s a complete story told in so few words. Personalities, back stories, plot, setting, a total and complete package and I loved every word!
Jay sat at the bar watching his ex, Cody, rule the threadbare field of green under the fluorescent lights.
She’d already whipped five guys, reconnoitering each shot, as if reading a green at Augusta. She took forever, but made them all. He hated these games.
Every time Cody leaned over to stroke a shot, she’d peek at Jay with The Look. And, as always, he’d forget how to breathe.
Cody made quick work of the guys ahead of Jay, maybe allowing one shot before she ran the table.
“Who’s next?” she said above the din of a raucous table that’d hooted her every bend and reach. And above the thumps of Jay’s heartbeat.
While he selected a stick and Cody racked balls, one of these drunks patted her butt.
“Hey, a-hole, look but don’t touch,” Cody said. She didn’t sound particularly frightened, Jay thought.
“Give them boys a chance and join us,” the drunk said, clamping Cody’s wrist.
Her “Jay!” registered somewhere between plea and order.
Jay cracked his cue across the drunk’s forearm and the rowdies fell upon him like a beer-scented avalanche. Prying him loose, Cody half-dragged Jay to her Toyota and raced across the Saranac bridge to her flat.
“C’mon, Jay. Let’s get your boo-boos looked at. I just knew… C’mon, up.”
Jay winced as Cody touched his cheek.
Then, The Look.
Jay wasn’t sure if he’d broken a rib or forgotten to breathe again. She always won, but he hated these games.
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Congratulations Nine Time Winner Joe, and Honorable Mention Bill! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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