#ThursThreads – Week 585 – Winners

Tying Tales Together, #ThursThreads Year 11 Got a tale to tie on?

Week 585 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.


  • Angora Shade
  • Bill Engleson 
  • Silver James
  • Sheilagh Lee 
  • Siobhan Muir 
  • Mark A. Morris
  • David A. Ludwig 
  • M.T. Decker 
  • Kelly Heinen
  • Louisa Bacio 

Honorable Mentions

Louisa Bacio | Website

Heidi says: Storytelling is great. Really easy to fall into and imagine that you’re part of the story.

M.T. Decker | Website

Heidi says: Very intriguing. Has a fabulous beginning to an exciting story.

winner announcement

Week 585 Winner

Silver James

Heidi says: Wow, within a few words I was hooked into the story, and very eager for more.

Kathleen didn’t want to open the door. She’d refused to answer the phone after screening the calls. Why couldn’t they leave her alone? The imperious knock rattled the front windows. She cracked the door and peered out at the two police officers.

“You need to come with us, Mrs. Gallagher.”


“We’ve made an arrest. There’s a press conference.”

“Tommy’s dead and buried. You don’t need me there.”

An hour later, she wore widow black and a stoney face. The chief, and other official types milled around. Alex Crenshaw, the district attorney, brushed past her and she cringed away. Every instinct she possessed urged her to flee.

“Where do you want me?” Crenshaw demanded.

The public information officer lined up everyone but Kathleen. With luck, the woman had forgotten she existed. The PIO gave her instructions then noticed Kathleen. “I want you in front of the chief and the DA. You’ll say a few words after they speak. There will be no questions.”

A moment later, the door opened and they filed out in front of the crowd of reporters. The first face Kathleen saw stood in the very back. She knew him. Her heart knew him. The man from the cemetery. The man from the restaurant. The man who silently watched over her.

When it was her time to speak, she said, “Thank you for coming.” And that was all.

Once it was over, she found him waiting. “I’ll take you home.”

But she knew she was already there.

Congratulations SIXTY-SIX TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mentions Louisa and Mary! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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