Week 484 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Nine years! If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you for coming back each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Luanne Bennett for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Miya Kressin | @miya_kressin
- Gora Shade | @AngoraShade
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Catherine Verdier | @CatheVerdier
- Mark A. Morris
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Patty Dump | @pattydump1
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
Honorable Mentions
Miya Kressin | @miya_kressin
Luanne says: A haunting story with a twist that leaves the reader wanting more – just like the main character. Bravo!
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Luanne says: The suspense and tension were terrific and left me wondering, “Who’s next?”
Mark A. Morris
Luanne says: Proving that mysteries are sometimes of our own making, and all we can do is try to remember- this one made me tear up.
winner announcement
Week 484 Winner
Luanne says: This week’s winning story is a haunting mystery that both intrigues and delights. You pull the reader in and make them want to know more. Well done.
“Mr Wu?”
“Hello Trixi. Stacy? Megan? Which name is it today?”
She’d never felt so naked. She wasn’t body conscious—it allowed her to be a stripper—but scantily clad before her best friend’s father’s stare made her feel small. This man ran the city.
“If you’re looking for entertainment, I’d recommend one of the other—“
“No. That’s not why I’m here.” He passed her a paper. “Read this to me.”
“Sir?” It was foreign. She felt surprised she could read it, but wondered why he asked. “Um, this is some accounting information from a city in China.”
Mr. Wu nodded. “And this?”
She scanned a photocopy, and read a few lines aloud, translated. “He can’t hear you. Dragons break silence like water through stone,” followed by a question building like a tension headache, which was not on the page. “What is this about, Mr. Wu?”
He appraised her a moment, but not like a piece of meat. This was something else. “You speak Mandarin like you were born to it, but you’re not Chinese. My daughter, her friends—I’m told you have amnesia. You’re no one. No family. No past. You spoke Mandarin without knowing at Sussie’s party. You can read this, translate it; it’s a piece of your puzzle. I want to help you.”
“Why?”
He handed her his business card, “You’re my daughter’s friend,” and stood, “and because I want to know who you are.”
She wondered herself as she watched the back of him. Who am I?
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Congratulations Seven Time Winner Gora, and Honorable Mentions Miya and Bill! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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