Week 517 of #ThursThreads had many fantastic tales. What an amazing feat we’ve pulled off. Three weeks to 10 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 Tina Glasneck 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
- Joseph P. Garland | @JPGarlandAuthor
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- Catherine Verdier | @CatherineVrdr
- Alexandra Minns | @Lexikonical
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Joel Bryan Sandersen | @Whirlwindsof
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Joel Sandersen | @Whirlwindsof
Tina says: I enjoyed the world-building, crisp writing that set the scene, and the laugh-out-loud dashes of humor. Braided together, they kept me very interested and happily reading. A cranky purple pickle sounds like great fun!
Catherine Verdier | @CatherineVrdr
Tina says: I could see this all happening in my head and snickered at how the characters reacted to and with one another. I loved the snark and how the characters all sounded different. Great world-building. I look forward to reading more.
Week 517 Winner
Tina says: There is something about how you revealed the character of the protagonists by their relationship with the dog, their worry and concern, but also the conflict they face both internally and externally. Because of the universal theme of a pet and the longing to make sure that a pet is cared for, the trope pulls at the emotions of animal lovers (and I’m still hoping the dog is okay). Well done!
Chew on This
“He isn’t like he used to be,” Frieda said, looking at Max. Our amiable pooch was sprawled on the floor, blocking the front door, refusing to get up.
Max had a look, squinting out of one open eye, looking up at us as if he had an agenda.
“I dunno, darling. He’s always been a smart animal. One step ahead of me, anyways. He wants something.”
“He hasn’t been eating, at least the way he always was, before…”
“You’re not bringing that up again. Holy moly, we checked with the Vet. She said, sure, but look out for behavioral changes…” I answered being the more wedded of the two of us to a shift in diet for Max.
“Well,” Frieda says back, “ what do you think this occupying the doorway behavior, chopped liver?”
I could see Max’s ears perk up at the mention of organ meat.
“I hate to admit I was wrong. Maybe we could try those Quinoa Doggie Breakfast Balls I picked up…see if he’ll nibble on them?”
“You try them,” she said, a little more directly than I am accustomed to hearing her speak. She went to the cupboard and plucked one out of the package. At the sight of Frieda clutching one of the veggie food pellets, Max let out a low growl.
“Point taken, darling. I suppose we always could just run out and pick up some chopped liver.
In seconds, Max was on his feet…ready to go shopping.
Congratulations THIRTY TIME WINNER Bill, and Honorable Mentions Joel and Catherine! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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