Week 615 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.
Speaking of doing this, we WILL HAVE #THURSTHREADS ON JULY 4 2024, so if you need a reason to write that day, we’ll be doing it.
If you’ve just found us, welcome to the crew! May you come back again and write more great flash. A thousand thanks to Muirlette #1 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:
- Bill Engleson
- Alex Minns
- Mark A. Morris
- Silver James
- Kelly Heinen
- Mark Ethridge
- Siobhan Muir
- Sheilagh Lee
- Patty Dump
- David A. Ludwig
- Eric Martell
- Nellie Batz
Honorable Mentions
Patty Dump | Website
Muirlette says: I liked the twist at the end. The aforementioned character, Gary, shows up at the end after ditching another. And starts making demands. The suspense was nicely done.
David A. Ludwig | Website
Muirlette says: I like the interaction between the characters. Plus the hitch at the end, her inability to bleed, was a nice touch. I am interested to see where the rest of this scene goes and how it turns out. Well done.
Silver James | Website
Muirlette says: I like how the heroine stood up to the hero and didn’t let him walk all over her despite how powerful he is. That was a nice touch. Well done.
winner announcement
Week 615 Winner
Muirlette says: I loved the humor and perspective of the MC. It made them so much more relatable and it made it so the reader could totally step into her shoes per se. Great story and well done.
Nervous? Who’s nervous? Not me, having surgery for the first time ever in my entire life. My blood pressure isn’t sky high. The nurse said she’d be right back; maybe I can sneak away before they start. I mean, my knee isn’t that bad.
Right?
“There we go.”
The nurse pushes something into my IV and seconds later, I have not a care in the world. Amputate my leg, I don’t care. Is that an elephant? On the ceiling? Wow. He’s so agile.
“Carla.”
Oh shit. That’s my boss. Wait, what did that nurse give me?!
“Why are you here?”
He grins, his skeletal face morphing into his version of a human male. Plump face, ruddy cheeks, friendly wide grin.
“I am always present at surgeries. Just in case.”
I sigh, rubbing my face. “I’m already scared to death; I didn’t think you’d show up to make it worse.”
His smile widens. “You are already in surgery and things are going fine. I am here for moral support. After all, this will take a couple of hours, yes? You may as well have someone to talk to.”
Fair enough. “Promise I’ll be fine?”
“Promise.”
“Then you can stay.”
In true Iowa fashion, he sets up a card table.
“500?”
“Sure.”
He waves a hand and some of my departed relatives join us. I’m going to get my ass whooped at this game by Uncle Rodney, who can play 500 in his sleep. But it will at least pass the time.
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Congratulations TWENTY-ONE-TIME WINNER Kelly, and Honorable Mentions Patty, David and Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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