Week 391 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 Heidi Rundle 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
- Jaclyn Roche | @JMRoche79
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Charlene Mertz | @rrats1231
- Kel J. Heinen | @Aightball
- Mark A. Morris
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Richard Gibney | @ragtaggiggagon
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
Honorable Mentions
Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
Heidi says: OMG this one had me smiling. That’s one awesome parent.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Heidi says: Very exciting story. It intrigued me.
winner announcement
Week 391 Winner
Heidi says: I loved the concept and the author has a way of drawing you in.
“I need to help him through this.”
“You are.” Hope’s shoulders slumped, her hands dug deep into her hip pockets.
Sean felt the other shoe dangling at the end of her words. “But?”
“He needs to learn some things for himself.”
“What things?”
“That he’s safe. That he has a voice with us. That he’s heard. Listened to.”
“Of course, he is.” Sean paced the room, dragging his hands through his hair. “How many times do I have to say—”
“Shut the fuck up.” Hope spat the words like verbal bullets, and Sean staggered to a stop.
“Excuse me?”
“Please.”
“Hope.”
“Sean—just. Just listen, okay?” She huffed, like he wasn’t the brightest crayon in the box. “You can tell your brother he’s safe all day long. You can tell him he can trust us. But words have no value to a man who’s spent the last four years of his life knowing he couldn’t trust anyone around him.”
“Why didn’t he contact me?”
“Because that’s what your father wanted. He wanted Taye to lead him to you.” Hope sank down on the couch, head tossed back. “The only control he had was in the information he refused to give your father.”
“Then he should have broken.” Sean wanted to rewind the years, to take back everything Taye had suffered. “He should have given me up. I could’ve taken care of myself.”
“You protected him as kids, right? Took care of him?”
“I guess.”
“He only repaid the love.”
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Congratulations THIRTY-ONE TIME WINNER Cara, and Honorable Mentions Sheilagh and Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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