Flash Retrospective – Part III . . . and break time

This week we are once again entertaining guests, and this is a warning that both my blog reading and blog writing might suffer for it.

Meanwhile, a heroic battle is being waged between me and my body wanting to go to sleep.

You see, I want to schedule this post, and my eyes are saying “Oh no, you don’t!” as they try to close on their own. I tell you, I cannot guarantee the spelling composition and content of this post. It could be I’m thinking I’m oozing brilliance with every word, but for all I know all this is crap.

Before I get to the fiction, something that I would like to donate to the World. I think it needs it.

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OK, quickly now, on with the post before I lose it . . . 

One of the most read of my flash fiction efforts coincides with my efforts to write something funny; go figure.

Movement Propels Destiny” was the ‘flash’ portion of Photo and the Flash – No. 1. I like this tale because it sounds plausible. Plus, you know . . . bathroom humor.

My next choice comes from Photo and the Flash – No. 5, a tale about love, bullying, high school, and what might possibly be supernatural beings. The story is titled “A good Day After all.

Photo and the Flash – No. 6 offers up one of my favorite short stories: Different. I was told once that I write realistic characters, be they female or male. I can’t speak to that, but I can relate to these characters.

If you are only going to read one, . . . wait; why would you read just one? Oh man, I’m losing it; I need to hit the sack; goodnight all.

That’s it. This post has ended . . . except for the stuff below.

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. . .  my FP ward  . . . chieken shit.

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6 Responses to Flash Retrospective – Part III . . . and break time

  1. Hope you got some sleep!
    Enjoy your guests!
    Great donation to the world!
    And thanks for sharing some of your writing for us to read!
    HUGS!!! :-)

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  2. THOSE – WERE – FANTASTIC!
    And before that makes you too happy, here are some smiley aces. :):):)

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  3. AnnMarie says:

    Interesting choice of photo, and since I’ve read most, if not all, of your fiction, and right now I’m doing another Disperser-posts-catching-up-marathon so I’m not reading all the previously read flashes, I’m curious how (and if) the jacket relates to any or all of the listed flash pieces. I’ll have to return to this post to see.

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