Here’s the skinny: Back in the 1920s, flash fiction became known as the “short short story” because it’s, well, short. Very short. So short that they could give my vintage men’s blazer a run for its money. I also have a soft spot for the twenties—furious jazz, flapper dresses, roaring fiestas—but that’s another story. (The pun is always intended.)

These are a collection of fierce, fleeting flash fiction pieces. They’re all under 1,000 words so you can easily binge one, two, three in a single sitting. Think of them like the salty potato chips of the literary world; easy to consume and hard to quit. Bonus: They’ll go straight to your brain before they even think about hitting your hips.

If you like what you read, let me know.

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