Week 418 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. I’m honored to see all the writers come to tie a tale as we start our ninth year. If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you for sticking with us. If you’ve just found us, welcome! May you come back again and write more great flash. Thousand thanks to Luanne Bennett for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Stacy Bennett | @SBennettWrites
- Joe Hesch | @JAHesch
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Teresa Eccles | @TeresaMEccles
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Joel Sandersen | @jsandersen76
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Luanne says: Lol couldn’t get past the murder. And how dainty she is. The platforms. And the culprit deserved to go. I would like a whole book please…
Stacy Bennett | @SBennettWrites
Luanne says: Uh please say she poisoned the king and her people survived. I couldnt choose.
Joel Sandersen | @jsandersen76
Luanne says: What happened to the baby sis. I got a snippet and am salivating for more. I know I’ll never know but ugh. I want to know the story.
Week 418 Winner
Mark A. Morris
Luanne says: Makes me think of choices and having this GS written down. Stories that won’t be finished and lives that stopped. The hardest decision in many people’s lives.
Izzy’s finger hovered over the button. It was a simple switch, requiring little pressure. At the moment Dougie was alive, the ventilator oxygenating his blood, but in a few minutes, he could be dead.
The choice was hers.
“Take your time,” the nurse said. “You don’t have to do this now. Take as long as you need. It’s important you feel you’re in charge. It must be so traumatic for you, knowing how close he is.”
Izzy nodded, barely perceiving her. She registered the white uniform and the name badge, but beyond that, the nurse could have been anyone. It was enough she was present, sharing the room with her. She needed someone who could give her reassurance, someone who cared.
“He was a good man, you know?” Izzy looked up, lifting her finger. Her husband had been laid in the bed like a side of beef with a pulse. It had been more than a week since he’d been conscious, the last syllables he’d spoken those of her name. She wished she could have been here: she hadn’t known about the accident. It was to be only a week, just seven days. His career had meant so much to him; with him always needing to travel so he could earn enough to keep them in comfort. ‘Just one last trip,’ he’d said the week before, rolling his eyes and laughing the way he used to. She hadn’t believed it then, but now she did.
He’d never fly again.
Congratulations Eighteen Time Winner Mark, and Honorable Mentions Silver, Stacy, and Joel! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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