Week 467 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Nine years! If you’ve been doing it a while, thank you for coming back each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Nicola Cameron for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
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- Catherine Verdier | @CatheVerdier
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- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Cara Michaels | @caramichaels
- Mark A. Morris
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
Nicola says: Good pacing, nice delineation of character voices. But I’m not sure who’s being referred to in the second sentence — is Serena or Thyme handing America a crayon?
Mark A. Morris
Nicola says: Great imagery, but I was a little confused until I got to the end and realized what was going on in the story. Also, it’s Waldo in the States instead of Wally so that threw me off a bit as well.
Week 474 Winner
Nicola says: Great story, hooked me from the first paragraph. I was a little confused as to who was speaking in the second half — some name tags would have been helpful.
The woman stood in the front entrance, the very picture of outrage. Puck hesitated on the steps. Kathleen didn’t blame the big goof of a dog. She paused mid-step as well.
“What are you doing?” the woman hissed.
Regretting the fact she’d ever given her best friend a key to the house, Kathleen trudged on up the steps. “Good morning to you too, Mary Pat.”
The petite woman didn’t budge. “Kathleen! That man—”
“Move, Mary Pat. Puck needs a drink.” She steered the Newfoundland around the other woman and barged into her own house.
“Mary Pat.” She held onto her patience by a slender thread.
“That’s Devlin O’Reilly.”
“And? Do you know what he does for a living?”
And wasn’t that a loaded question. He worked for Brian O’Hara and Ronan O’Connor. They led Boston’s Irish mob. She decided discretion would be smart at this point. She kept her mouth shut.
“He’s in the mob, Kathleen.”
“How do you know?”
Mary Pat threw up her hands. “But you don’t know him.”
“Neither do you, Mary Pat. You don’t know a thing about him.”
“And you do?”
What could she say to that? She knew him. Knew he followed her, knew he did small things to make her life easier. Knew that Puck adored him and the Newfie didn’t like all that many people. And she also knew that he’d very likely put a bullet in her dirty-cop of a husband’s head.
Congratulations FIFTY-ONE TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mentions Louisa and Mark! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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