Week 389 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 Eric Martell 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
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231
- Mark A. Morris
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Terry Brewer | @Stories2121
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
Honorable Mentions
Mark A. Morris
Eric says: There was something about this tale of futuristic erasure that made me want to know more.
Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Eric says: Well-written. Emotional. Full of characters with a clear history even without reading any more of the WIP.
winner announcement
Week 389 Winner
Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
Eric says: I read this one first, and I couldn’t find any story that charmed me quite as much. Don’t we all want to be that loved by our friends?
Shorts Stuff
So, we gathered at Jock’s favourite watering hole, The Potted Owl, to plan his wake. Truth be told, he had a parliament of favourite saloons. But there we were, at the old P.O. a half dozen of his friends, ostensibly fashioning a respectful albeit semi-riotous event, but the golden juice was getting the better of us.
“Don’t know if I can handle two or three hours of Long Tall Sally,” Gil Bleecker mentioned more than once.
Finally defending Jock’s last request, I piped in, “Whaddaya gonna do, Gil Man. He loved Little Richard and he ‘specially loved that song.”
“He loved Sally,” someone tossed in.
“Old loves, man. They stick with you.”
Sally had been Jock’s high school sweetheart. Dumped him like a sack of rocks in their final year.
“Wondering if she’d come?” Bleecker brightened up. “That would be a sight worth seeing. Her! That song! Jock’d would get a laugh outta that.”
“I don’t think that’ll fly, fellas. Still, I’ll google her. Ya never know.”
Then Hooper mentioned the pants. “We all gonna wear shorts? I don’t even own a pair.”
The wake was set for the last Saturday in January. Deep winter. Jock had been one of those weirdos, seems like every town has one or two, who wear shorts year-round. It had been his signature fashion statement.
His only fashion statement!
“I’ll loan you a pair, Hoop. In fact, I’ve got Jock’s entire collection. We’ll ALL wear his tiny pants. That’s what friends do.”
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Congratulations TWENTY-FIVE TIME WINNER Bill, and Honorable Mentions Mark and Cara! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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