Week 414 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we close in on the end of 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 Rose Sogioka for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Joe Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
- Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
- Catherine Derham | @catherine28_
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Patty Dump | @pattydump1
- Tina Glasneck | @TinaGlasneck
- Torn MacAlester | @Torn_MacAlester
- Katheryn J. Avila | @katheryn_avila
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Joe Ganzer | @J_Thomas_Ganzer
Rose says: How life mirrors life and death, birth and death. Shows how the circles can repeat without us knowing, something like a mobile strip if that makes any sense..
Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
Rose says: I cried when they had to make the same decision about pulling life support twice in two years. Something like that is such a reality check.
Mark A. Morris
Rose says: I was laughing the mothers day every day line.
Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Rose says: Being stuck in limbo sucks especially if you have to learn to somehow get unstuck if they are the first person in the family or family circle to pass.
Week 414 Winner
Rose says: I loved the story mostly due to the sentimentality of the actions taken and recycling the family name and the memory impacting disease her grandfather is experiencing. He’s meeting family over and over again whenever they visit.
The sharp smell of bleach burned Kate’s nostrils as she moved toward his room. Even though he hadn’t recognized her in months, she felt excited about this visit. Bustling down the hall and stepping around residents as they rolled their chairs and walkers slowly to the dining room, she stopped at his door.
Kate loosened her tight grip on the delicate bundle she carried and stepped through the door.
“Hi Vernon!” He rarely recognized himself as “grandpa” anymore.
The old man sat at his window staring at the bees buzzing the rose bushes outside.
“Vernon? I brought something for you. Do you want to see?”
His gaze moved to Kate.
“No, I’m Kate. Gloria’s daughter. Your granddaughter.”
It had been eight months since he’d last made that connection. His eyebrows drew together and his eyes filled with confusion.
Kate held her breath – hoping. As she was about to give up hope, the clouds cleared from his eyes, which lit up as he smiled.
She sighed with relief as she smiled back.
“I have something for you, Grandpa.”
She leaned down and held her bundle out for him to see.
“Grandpa, I’d like you to meet my son, Vernon.”
His eyes filled with tears and he reached up his trembling arms.
Kate lay the baby in his arms, keeping her own arms nearby for support.
“Everything comes full circle, doesn’t it Gloria? She’s beautiful. You named her Kate?”
Kate patted his arm, “Yeah, I did.”
Congratulations Three Time Winner Teresa, and Honorable Mentions Joe, Joe, Mark, and Kelly! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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