#ThursThreads – Week 503 – Winners

Week 503 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Nine years, and heading for Ten! 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.

Entries:

  • Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
  • Gora Shade | @AngoraShade
  • Mark A. Morris
  • Silver James | @SilverJames_
  • A.J. Walker | @Zevonesque
  • Charley | @Lindorfan
  • David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
  • Eric Martell | @drmag00
  • Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
  • M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
  • Kelly Heinen | @Aightball

Honorable Mentions

Eric Martell | @drmag00

Nicola says: oh, wow. Delightfully dark piece, very evocative.

M.T. Decker | @mishmhem

Nicola says: very lyrical, practically poetry. I especially like your description of elliptical orbits becoming a dance.

winner announcement

Week 503 Winner

David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig

Nicola says: marvelous twist on the prompt, and I’d really like to read the rest of this story! Great scene setting and excellent dialogue.

Greg Gunnar sighed as the college girls from Crystal Lake exited Brad’s office. By the brunette’s look, the meeting had not gone well. Greg had worried she’d give Brad the runaround. Agent Brad Bass was a lovable doof but not the best situation handler. This was going to be a whole pie night. But first, damage control.

“How’d it go in there?” Greg fell into step next to the girls like he just happened to be passing by at that moment.

The brunette shot him a look he was sure had Brad crying on the inside. Ouch.

“Okay!” The bright-eyed one with freckles seemed much warmer if not all there.

“Greg Gunnar,” Greg extended his hand. “I was the one flying the helicopter?”

“Jillian Gulliver!” Freckles had a surprisingly powerful grip.

“Jacqueline Beaufort.”

Greg pressed the elevator button.

“I hope everything’s in order now.”

“None of your business,” Jacqueline stood between Jillian and Greg.

“I get the sense you don’t really want to talk to us. Hopefully, the hospital was more help to you.”

“None of your business,” Jacqueline repeated pointedly.

“Because if they weren’t,” Greg produced a card from his jacket pocket. “You might give Doctor Cari Murray a try. She has experience with… unusual cases. And is very discreet.”

“I don’t trust you! I cannot…”

“See her,” Greg extended the card. “I get the apprehension about a big organization like PRUDENT. I don’t agree with it, but I get it. Doctor Murray feels the way you do.”
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Congratulations Eleven Time Winner David, and Honorable Mentions Eric and MT! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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