Week 369 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our eighth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to George Varhalmi 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
- Mason Bushell | @MBWorkhouse
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Jo Hawk | @JoHawktheWriter
- Patty Knowles | pattydump1
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Catherine Derham | @Cate_Derham
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Honorable Mentions
Jo Hawk | @JoHawkTheWriter
George says: It was a tragic tale. She’s much stronger than him. If he loved her then her getting older wouldn’t stop him from returning.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
George says: I felt like I was right there moments after the incident watching the fear, joy and other emotions coming to the surface all at once.
David Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
George says: Great tale, no pun intended. The dwarf has some conflict to deal with & I don’t trust the half-elf.
winner announcement
Week 369 Winner
George says: Her story was powerful, intense and kept you hooked. It was an awesome read.
“Mack. Mack.” Hard hands gripped my shoulders and squeezed. “Stop it. Let the kid go.”
“Not a fucking chance.” I shoved free of Dr. Will Cheung’s hold, hard enough to send the older man back a step.
“Two minutes,” the timer called.
“Okay.” I signaled to the nurses on compressions and the defibrillator. “Switch roles.”
“Heard.”
“Mack, you know they can’t do this.” Will grabbed my arm.
“Patient remains in V-fib,” I said. “Protocol calls for escalated dosing. Shock again at 300 joules.”
“300 joules, heard. Clear the patient.”
“Cleared.”
“IV—administer one milligram of epinephrine.”
“Mack, please.”
“I take full responsibility,” I said. “So help or get out, Will. Your choice.”
“What is wrong with you? All of you? Are you trying to torpedo your careers in one night?”
“Don’t you know this kid?”
“Does it matter? A DNR is a DNR is a DNR. Do. Not. Resuscitate. It’s in plain English, but I can get a translator if you want it in another language.”
“He’s twelve, Will.” I jerked him around by the collar of his lab coat. “A healthy twelve year-old. Who signs a gods’ damned DNR for a non-terminal tween?”
Will’s dark eyes twitched. “Who is he?”
“Kim Tae-woon,” I said.
“Tae-woon?”
“Tae-oon,” I said. “The w is silent.”
“But—” Will blinked at me. “Tae-woon? As in—”
“That’s right. We’re trying to talk the son of our very own administrator back from the brink,” I said. “So let’s start with getting his name right.”
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Congratulations TWENTY-EIGHT TIME WINNER Cara, and Honorable Mentions Jo, Silver, and David! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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