Week 611 of #ThursThreads was a success, and y’all never disappoint. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. You are why we’re still doing this.
If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Kelex for judging this week. Follow Siobhan Muir on Bluesky or check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on Facebook or the #ThursThreads Group on MeWe to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Raven McAllen
- Bill Engleson
- Eric Martell
- Kelly Heinen
- Louisa Bacio
- Mark A. Morris
- Mark Ethridge
- David A. Ludwig
- Miranda Gammella
- Siobhan Muir
Honorable Mentions
Kelly Heinen | Website
Kelex says: I’m very visual, and I enjoy writing that truly allows me to picture the scene in my mind’s eye and this did that well.
Miranda Gammella | Website
Kelex says: I liked the tension of this piece.
winner announcement
Week 611 Winner
Kelex says: I like the emotion it evoked, a sense of loss, grieving before the person they cared for was even gone. The line about the wardrobe was particularly effective.
Each day was one of their last together. A day of new experiences, seasoned with pain, the light in her eyes dimming as he watched. He knew the end was coming – he saw it in every move she made, her actions guarded and restrained – but he also wished they could last forever, knowing the alternative was too dark to comprehend. She was being whittled away, and soon nothing of her would remain.
Just a wardrobe of empty clothes that still retained her scent.
She was undisciplined and rash. Easily taken unawares. She had the naivety of a child and an addict’s needs. She’d always loved to live and to enjoy everything she owned. He’d always been a patient moderator, holding her feet to the ground, doing his best to prevent her from soaring away. They’d sometimes argued, rarely and without passion, not prepared to give the darkness their strength. There were too many problems in their lives already – they had no time to feed animosity and hate.
She’d spent freely, not willing to wait for the next paycheck. ‘What does it matter when you need to pay; the reward is the same.’ He’d dug in his heels over that, explaining about compound interest and the money they’d owe. And how they ought to repay the whole debt as soon as they could. And she’d laughed, and he’d died a little, not knowing it meant nothing.
Her life would be too short to worry about money ever again.
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Congratulations THIRTY-NINE TIME WINNER Mark, and Honorable Mentions Kelly and Miranda! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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