Friday Flash Fiction
Terse. Pithy. Few-hundred-word flashes. One may have you going off on a dozen tangents; the other, going round and round in an infinite loop. And just perhaps another one will get stuck in your mind until you sort it out (if it can be sorted out).
You guessed it, this is a No Spoon-Feeding Zone.
Alright, alright, you say that’s a bit pretentious? Okay, let’s try again. We are purveyors of simple little tales for simple little minds – quick hits for ADHD types. How’s that?
The fare will be seasoned with some keyword-teased clips from an old TV show and a smattering of verse; fairly rigorous in form, it may be less so in implication.
All of it simple, all of it little.
And you can get it all for a simple little price— “Ten cents a dance,” sang that gal back in the Jazz Age. Surely twenty-five pence a flash ain’t too pricey a hundred years on?
