Week 573 of #ThursThreads, and y’all never disappoint. We’ve made it 11 years! Well done and thank you to everyone who writes each week. You made this happen. 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 Heidi Rundle for judging this week. Check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
One little note: Twitter is slowly dying so while I will list the writer with their Twitter handle, I’m going to leave it off the winners. If you have a website or blog you’d like me to link to your name, please message me at firstname.lastname@example.org. I’d rather send folks to your website anyway. Thanks.
- Richard Gibney | @ragtaggiggagon
- Bill Engleson | @billmelaterplea
- Silver James | @SilverJames_
- Mark A. Morris
- Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
- Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
- David A. Ludwig | @DavidALudwig
- Daelyn Morgana | @DaelynMorgana
- Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
- M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
Heidi says: Totally different, yet fun. Great style to the writing.
Heidi says: Heart wrenching, you know it’s happening in real life, too. Loved how it made me feel.
Week 573 Winner
Heidi says: Pulled me right in from the start. Well written.
The bell above the front door if Clancy’s Pub jangled just as the music stopped. Shannon turned to see who’d arrived. An froze. Mick. With some woman leaning on his arm. Normally an impeccable dresser, his vest was buttoned wrong, part of his shirt tail hanging out beneath it, and was that bloody lipstick on his face?
Her heart sprouted icicles. Her lungs labored. She had to force her body to move. It was all she could do to stand there at the bar, back ramrod straight. Too bad she had to watch them in the mirror behind the bar. He led the woman to his usual booth, where his older brother, Ronan, waited. In her section.
A pint of Guinness and some frou-frou umbrella drink appeared on her tray. She raised her eyes to meet the bartender’s sympathetic gaze. “G’on now,” Finn said softly. “Take the man his drinks.”
She had no choice. Mick flaunting his latest bimbo made her status abundantly clear.
She stopped at the booth, set the drinks on the table, turned to leave and then exploded.
“What the ever-loving bloody hell, Mick?” She slapped him. “That’s for breaking my heart. We are so frickin’ done. I hate you!”
“What is she on about anyways?” Mick looked bewildered as he watched Shannon slam through the back exit.
“Oh, boyo, yer daft t’not know.” Ronan almost felt sorry for him. Almost. “But ya’d best get off yer arse and go claim yer mate before she gets away.”
Congratulations SIXTY-THREE TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mentions Daelyn and Kelly! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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