Week 379 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 Mark Ethridge for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231
- Joseph T. Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Terry Brewer | @Stories2121
- Jo Hawk | @JoHawktheWriter
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Richard Gibney | @ragtaggiggagon
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231
Mark says: Because. Malcolm made the noise stop.
Jo Hawk | @JoHawkTheWriter
Mark says: Because. A Lotus.
Richard Gibney | @ragtaggiggagon
Mark says: Jungle Justice is ruthless, isn’t it.
Week 379 Winner
Mark says: A very different spin on a reaper of death. I like it.
My horse lands outside of a small cottage in Illinois. A bunch of new states have popped up and it’s my job to keep their dead moving.
Swinging my scythe, I bring a forty-year-old woman over. She was lucky to live so long. Her family wails and I sigh, giving her a gentle push into the waiting arms of her mother. I crossover two other women and then reach the end of my list.
I do so hate bringing children over.
Not even a year old and dying of starvation, given the poor home and bare cupboards. I can fix this before the family wakes up. Hurrying home, I raid our pantry and stock the family’s cupboards. Then I stuff an envelope with some of my earnings and leave it on the table. The baby whimpers and his stomach rumbles. Waving my scythe, his tummy fills a little and the hour glasses, the life-sands of everyone, refill for the family.
I return home to my parents.
“That was kind.” Mom takes my robes.
“Too kind,” Dad says, frowning. “You’re meant to bring them over, not save them.”
Mom puts a hand on Dad’s shoulder “His world suddenly made sense, didn’t it, Horace?”
“Yes. I’m meant to help people, not hurt them.”
I go to my room and close the door, smiling, hoping that family has a long lineage. There was something about that baby that makes me think I’ll see him again in a few hundred years.
Congratulations Nine Time Winner Kel, and Honorable Mentions Charlene, Jo, and Richard! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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