Or, flashi, according to Kuzhali Manikavel. I have so many of them, and what are they good for? I don't know. I love flash fiction. I love the challenge, the precision, the intensity of both writing and reading flash.
As I was waiting for a bus today it occurred to me that I can probably make a novel out of them. Or, in other words, I think my flashes do comprise a novel. It isn't complete, but it is getting there. I just need to arrange them, fill in the gaps.
Maybe I'm delirious. Maybe it won't work. Maybe it should be a collection of poetry instead. But I'm going to try. It will be fun to try.
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