Week 564 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 Catharine Lindsey 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
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Louisa Bacio | @Louisabacio
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Joseph P. Garland | @JPGarlandAuthor
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Honorable Mentions
Mark A. Morris
Catharine says: I connected with this one due to some things going on in my own life. It was poignant and heart wrenching and tugged on my heart strings with the main character’s desire to reconnect with his father.
Silver James | @SilverJames_
Catharine says: I loved the little surprise at the end. Loved. Seeing a strong female character that doesn’t resort to using her feminine wiles or ultra violence to break up (what I assume is) a bar fight was epic. Kindergarten teachers should run the world.
winner announcement
Week 564 Winner
David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
Catharine says: David did a fantastic job of creating a scene with characters I don’t know, but still managed to connect with in such a limited amount of words. I don’t know what her father did that’s so shameful and I really want to know. I want to know how she evolves as a character and what happens next.
That wasn’t her father.
The candles flickered in the family chapel. Stout stones blunted winter’s howling but did little for the cold.
Her father was The Black Knight. An immutable colossus of steel. Not this pale man of flesh and bone.
“Look well, Katla,” her grandfather’s hand sank heavily into her shoulder. “Your father has disgraced our family.”
She was nearing twenty minutes at a time with the four-pound sword, but the weight of her instructor’s hand remained immobilizing.
“Your father’s failure will make things more difficult for you.”
She found herself hating the thing that had occupied her father’s armor.
“Your father fell in battle. The Black Knight must be invincible.”
She had neither moved nor looked away from the corpse on the altar since her grandfather escorted her mother out.
“You can’t go outside until you have finished reflecting on your father’s failure and what is now expected of you.”
Her grandfather left her for the chapel doors. His retreating bootfalls each as heavy and authoritative as they must have been when he wore the armor.
She seethed at the maggot food before her.
That wasn’t her father.
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Congratulations Seventeen Time Winner David, and Honorable Mentions Mark and Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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