[Attention: This post contains no animated GIFs of celebrities freaking out. It does, however, include an awesome photograph by Morgan Sessions via Unsplash for those who appreciate the beauty of stillness.]
I had a few alternate titles in mind for this post:
- How I got the flash bug and why I’m in no hurry to get over it (gag)
- I write flash, and you should, too (even worse)
- A flash a day keeps insanity at bay (true, but way too rhyme-y)
So I went with something shorter, sweeter, and all multiple-entendre-ish. Consider it my gift to you.
I got all nostalgic
the other day last month here on Le Blog and put up a few links and pics of the short stories I grew up with. You won’t find them on your ten-year-old’s school reading list, which is too bad. If more kids read Shirley Jackson and Stephen King, I think we’d live in a better world. Especially if all of Jackson’s and King’s work was in cursive.
But I digress.
Flash fiction is a gift. Continue reading