Week 693 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 George Varhalmi 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:
- Bill Engleson
- Joseph P. Garland
- Joe Hesch
- Silver James
- Sheilagh Lee
- David A. Ludwig
- K.R. Van Horn
- Miranda Gammella
- Nellie Batz
- Siobhan Muir
- Eric Martell
Honorable Mentions
K.R. Van Horn | Website
George says: So very true that inevitability will always win. The sage wisdom of Auntie Amy was fabulous and I loved her stoic (at least to me) attitude. I felt that I was with the two of them, it was a great little tale and thank you for writing this one I really enjoyed it.
Eric Martell | Website
George says: Sadness filled me with this tale. They had something for 17+ years only to have it vaporize. It makes me wonder what was the wedge that was driven between them and whether they could have prevented the collapse. This was a powerful tale and a pleasure to read.
Nellie Batz | Website
George says: I am with Amelia. Sometimes it is truly worth making a stand and these little glasses seemed to be her peace. It brought her harmony to reconnect to a memory that no one could take away. This was a wonderful tale and thank you for sharing it.
winner announcement
Week 693 Winner
George says: This is an incredibly sweet, poignant and amazing story. The emotion was phenomenal from start to finish and in the end, I felt George’s grief. With his friend by side, George will complete that hike for her. This story was very touching and tight; I was there in the moment. I am grateful to have been able to read and judge this week.
The Olympian
“I thought of her as an Olympian. The Olympian of my love.”
“George, she wasn’t really…all that athletic.”
“She walked quite a lot, Howie. That counts for something, right. I mean, two miles in and I’m huffing and puffing and she was still zooming along, encouraging me to keep up.”
“I went on some of those walking excursions with you and Gracie. She got quite pissed at you as I recall. She’d say, ‘get a move on old hoss…giddyap. You’re slowing me down.’”
“Fine, I’ll give you that. She got quite worked up but she knew I was always slow to move…I was always happy just to be there with her…”
“Always behind her if I recall…”
“Yeah, always behind…but there, nevertheless. I mean it wasn’t really a race. Just us keeping fit.”
“It may not have been a race but she always won. She liked to win.”
“Yeah, she did. At whatever she tried. You know, with life being a race and all, she’d be a mite perturbed that I won this one.“
“The race of life?”
“Yup. Truth is, I always expected her to win that one too.”
“Yeah. But it didn’t happen. Where are you going to spread her ashes?”
“On the trail we usually went for a walk on. Seems appropriate.”
“Then lets do it…”
“In a moment. I just need to stop and catch my breath.”
“Take your time, old friend. There’s no rush.”
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Congratulations FORTY TIME WINNER Bill, and Honorable Mentions K.R., Eric, and Nellie! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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