Week 683 of #ThursThreads was a success, a remarkable feat for 13 solid years. Thank you to everyone who writes each week. You are why we’re still doing this. I’m truly grateful for all y’all!
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:
- Joseph P. Garland
- Silver James
- Kelly Heinen
- Eric Martell
- Siobhan Muir
- Bill Engleson
- Mark Ethridge
- David A. Ludwig
Honorable Mention
Silver James | Website
Muirlette says: I liked the air of mystery surrounding whatever Aisling is looking for. It adds a semi-suspenseful atmosphere. Great read.
winner announcement
Week 683 Winner
Muirlette says: I really enjoyed the interaction between the two characters. The easy banter and the use of the prompt. I’d love to see where their relationship goes from here. Well done.
I am immortal-ish. Technically, I died 150 years ago, although I do not ever truly die. I am the One True Death (retired), and still living my afterlife. .
“You should get out some time.”
Percy is an old friend, whom I liked when we were growing up and playing together as best friends. I also liked him during our teenage years, when hormones surge, and girls have cooties and I was training to take over from my father. I liked him still when he joined his family business as a tailor and I joined my father as Death.
“It is hot outside, Percy.”
He throws open my curtains and dust particles float through the sunbeams. “This is why I could never marry you, Horace; you take the term homebody to a scary level.”
“I worked for two hundred years making sure the right souls departed the earth,” I remind him, standing near the window. He slips his thick hand into my slender one and squeezes. “I am permitted to be a hermit.”
“You, my love, have had six months of being a hermit. Therefore, I am kidnapping you. Be ready at dark.”
He pecks my cheek and leaves the room. It occurs to me Percy did not tell me what to wear or if I should bring anything. I shall show up in my robes, riding my fine black steed, and hope he does not feel compelled to loan me an outfit again. His taste is a bit…hoity-toity for me.
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Congratulations TWENTY-SEVEN TIME WINNER Kelly, and Honorable Mention Silver! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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