#ThursThreads - Week 119 - Winners

Week 119 of #ThursThreads had some terrific tales. I'm honored to see all of the returning writers and read your stories. Thank you for coming back again and again to write and for helping me celebrate these years of flash. It was also wonderful to have some new folks stop by. Welcome! Great thanks to Jeff Tsuruoka for judging this week. Be sure to check out the #ThursThreads #flashfiction group on FB to keep up with news, etc. And next week there will be NO #THURSTHREADS. We'll be back on May 22nd.

Entries:

• Sandi Layne | @sandyquill
• Sheilagh Lee | @SweetSheil
• Anna Lund | @AnnaLund2011
• Anastasia Vitsky | @AnastasiaVitsky
• Siobhan Muir | @SiobhanMuir
• Kelly Heinen | @Aightball
• Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider
• Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke
• Josh Peters | @joshbgosh
• Silver James | @SilverJames_
• M.T. Decker | @mishmhem
• Hunter Frost | @HunterFrostMM

Mardi says: This was really hard to do. All of the entries were interesting.

Winners Announcement:

Honorable Mentions

Robin Abess | @Angelique_Rider

Jeff says: Beautiful, lyrical prose & strong imagery.

Olivia Starke | @OliviaStarke

Jeff says: Love the whole feel of this piece. Great imagery-- especially the rain & the wetness-- and the ending is just perfect.

MT Decker | @mishmhem

Jeff says: Tight, tense little piece of office nastiness. Very effective use of repetition with the prompt.

Week 119 Winner

Anastasia Vitsky | @AnastasiaVitsky

Jeff says: Perfectly captured slice of life. Just enough of the history between the characters is dropped in and it ends with a moment we've all lived through at least once in our lives. Love the clean, clear prose.

Andria slides her hand over my collarbone, slipping the satin pink bra strap over my shoulder. I bat her hand away and adjust my bra.

“Ouch,” she says, withdrawing to her end of the couch. “I took a shower this morning.” She picks up her neon pink coffee mug and takes a sip.

“I love you.” I scan my pile of papers, frantic to finish my report before the deadline. “I’m just…”

“Busy,” Andria offers. She takes another sip, watching me.

“I’ve got to finish before Grandma’s birthday party tonight.”

At the silence, I realize my mistake. “Look, I’m sorry. I know you want to go, but it’ll be tapioca pudding and cake with dull conversation.”

Two patches of pink appear on Andria’s cheeks, and she clinks her cup onto the ceramic mosaic coaster. We chose the set together when she first moved in. “You act like you’re ashamed of me.”

I groan. “We’ve gone through this a thousand times. That’s not how my family works.”

“Huh.” Andria stands up and carries her mug to the kitchen sink. “Thought I was part of your family.” She returns to the living room and sits in the chair furthest away from me.

I pound away for five full minutes until I give in. Andria has silent treatment down to a science. I can apologize, but it won’t change anything. “I need some space,” I plead.

“That can be arranged.” She stalks out of the room and slams our bedroom door.

Congratulations Anastasia, Robin, Olivia, and MT! Don't forget to claim your badges and display them with pride. You certainly earned it!

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