Week 558 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’re more than halfway through our tenth year and the time is flying. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! You’re in good company. May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to George Varhalmi 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
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- Mark A. Morris
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Daelyn Morgana
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Mark Ethridge | @mysoulstears
- Eric Martell | @drmag00
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Honorable Mentions
M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
George says: It was dark and funny. It screams black comedy and made me laugh. You never know if the narrator will make it out alive or if they’ll be dinner. I laughed out loud.
winner announcement
Week 558 Winner
George says: I loved the story for it’s gentleness and sweetness. Something as simple as the Moon to be used as an allegory for beauty was amazing. It’s a good reminder that our flaws and unique qualities make us the most beautiful. Well done.
“The moon is beautiful, don’t you think?” The spring breeze was warm and smelled of flowers. Soon summer would come, and with it the scent of stagnation and pollution, but for now, it was refreshing.
“Sorry. I wasn’t listening. What did you say?” Mollie spent most of her time in her head. It’s what allowed her to be able to spend time with me without needing to flee in exasperation at my babbling.
“The moon. Don’t you think it’s beautiful tonight?”
She laughed, light as the spring breeze. “Of course. But I always think it’s beautiful. The question is why do you think it’s beautiful?”
“What do you mean?”
“Well, what’s beautiful about it to you? Does it have pretty colors?”
“Well, no, obviously not.”
“Is it shiny? Does it sparkle in the night?”
“What? No. It’s kind of dirty grey and has no light of its own.”
“Is it perfect in form?”
“It makes a circle, and I like circles.”
“Yes, but it’s not a circle all the time. It’s not a circle tonight.”
“No…”
“What else do you see when you look at it?”
“Ummm. The craters?”
“The craters from meteors and asteroids beating it up over billions of years? All that damage, and you still think it’s beautiful?”
“Yes. It’s the moon…everyone thinks it’s beautiful.”
Mollie turned to me, now serious. “If the dirty, damaged, grey moon can be beautiful to you, why would you ever think that you’re too broken to be beautiful to me?”
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Congratulations TWENTY-FOUR TIME WINNER Eric, and Honorable Mention Mary! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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