Week 619 of #ThursThreads was a success, and y’all never disappoint. The group was small, but mighty. 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 Mark Ethridge 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
- Silver James
- Kelly Heinen
- David A. Ludwig
- Mark A. Morris
- Siobhan Muir
Honorable Mention
Kelly Heinen | Website
Mark says: Banned from heaven, stuck couch surfing. Leaves me wondering what he did. Sounds like he’ll be there a while.
winner announcement
Week 619 Winner
Mark says: Well crafted, as always. Almost lets you know what’s coming next.
“I’ll admit, it’s not ideal.” Maura scrubbed at her forehead with the heel of hand. She was so damn tired. Her mind blanked for a moment. How long had it been since she’d slept? Far too long.
“I see no other solution.”
She studied the gray haired man on the other side of the desk. She’d heard stories about Brian “Boru” O’Hara. He was handsome in a hewned way. Usually, the word rough was used with that word. She wondered how many people knew that hewned meant rough. Her brain skipped a beat. Wow. She desperately needed a nap but these were dangerous times and she was negotiating with a dangerous opponent. Except he wasn’t exactly. Life was strange now. Allies were not to be trusted and enemies were now friends with shared goals.
“Ms. Brannigan?”
Maura glanced up. She’d drifted again. “I apologize, Mr. O’Hara.”
“For what? You’re drivin’ on fumes, girl. I’ll have a room made up for you.”
“No need for that, Brian.”
She didn’t turn around. She knew exactly who stood in the doorway. Her heart started to gallop when he stopped behind her chair. Maura almost groaned when one hands settled on her neck and his magic fingers began to knead her muscles. Her eyes drifted shut as the men’s voices floated around her.
“Take her home, boyo. We need her at full capacity when it all goes down.”
“Aye. We do. Are you sure about this?
“I am, Ronan. You know what to do.”
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Congratulations SIXTY-EIGHT TIME WINNER Silver, and Honorable Mention Kelly! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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