Week 567 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re more than halfway through our tenth year and the time is flying. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Daelyn Morgana 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:
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Chuck Paone | @Chuck_Paone
- Mark A. Morris
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Joel Sandersen | @WhirlwindsOf
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Honorable Mentions
Joel Sandersen | @WhirlwindsOf
Daelyn says: Joel Sanderson I was not expecting to see the name “Mary Shelley” at the end of this and it totally changed how I was viewing the beginning dialogue. What a great little twist that put the icing on the cake of this tale.
Mark A. Morris
Daelyn says: Dark and a bit morbid, with a touch of humor at the end. This was perfectly written. Although now when I eat pizza I might cringe to think of this.
winner announcement
Week 567 Winner
Daelyn says: Though brief I found this to be written quite like prose. It’s thought provoking and such an original take on the prompt. I actually went back and read this twice. Beautifully done.
In tense
It’s amazing how a few letters can change everything.
I am, I was. We are, we were. Time changes us all.
She was my world, I was hers but I wasn’t her world. I was her friend, I was her assistant, but I was never more. I was her rock, her safe place– until I wasn’t there. I should have been there, but I wasn’t, and I will regret it, ever more.
It’s amazing how one letter can change everything. Love, loved, live, lived. Fire, fired. Alive, a life lived. It can be so intense, until it changes. In time, in place, in meaning –
It is all in tense. And in the telling. The meaning, and the lettering. That’s all it is, and all it will ever be. I was hers until I wasn’t and she wasn’t mine. She always stood apart, a part of something else.She is.
No more. All ways. Always. That is the truth we all avoid, and all it takes is a letter or two to change the meaning– or just being given space.
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Congratulations TWENTY-SEVEN TIME WINNER Mary, and Honorable Mentions Joel, and Mark! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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