Week 725 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 M.L. Gammella for judging this week. Follow Siobhan Muir on Bluesky or check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction server on Discord or the #ThursThreads group on Facebook to keep up with news, etc.
Entries:
- Bill Engleson
- Silver James
- Siobhan Muir
- David A. Ludwig
- Mark Ethridge
- Eric Martell
- Sheilagh Lee
- Cara Michaels
Honorable Mention
Cara Michaels | Website
M.L. says: Seems like suicide but the clues aren’t adding up. Can’t wait to see where this may go!
winner announcement
Week 725 Winner
M.L. says: Loved, loved, loved “The Mountains in Sight.” You could picture everything, the sun dappled through the trees, the mountains in the distance, and the quiet terror of something foreign …. 
The Mountains in Sight
Walter Beasley had been looking in awe at the mountains across the sound for many years. Usually it was a glimpse between the forest of trees that stood between his walking path and the sea and the land beyond.
His favourite time to walk was in the summer. The trees that shaded the path protected him and others from the fierce sun yet the glow of light that funneled through the forest sparkled brilliantly and thrilled Walter.
Friends, mostly younger, and some not so spry, often talked about the trails and paths in the mountains beyond. They often ferried cross the bay and then hiked up and away almost into the clouds. They occasionally said, “Walter, you like walking. You would enjoy the experience. There is something marvellous about the mountains, the climb upwards.”
Walter would usually nod and occasionally say, “Perhaps. We’ll see.”
What he had never talked about was a day in his mid-teens when he had first walked in the mountains beyond the sea. It had been a fine Spring day and he had almost reached the remnants of the snow line when he saw what he still had no words for: a creature? A piece of cloud shaped as…as what?
He had hurried home and never mentioned the sighting.
Now, decades later, it was as if a dream.
His autumn had arrived.
Maybe it was time.
He felt the urge to know.
Was it still there?
He would make one last trek.
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Congratulations FIFTY-TWO TIME WINNER Bill, and Honorable Mention Cara! Don’t forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!
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