The Shortest Flashes Ever Written, or . . . How Short is Short-Short?

Good morning! I stumbled upon this post today whilst drinking my tea and thought you might like to roll your eyeballs upon it.

Here are a few attempts by myself at a tiny story (which have appeared on twitter in moments of ennui):

“Why, Mr Smith,” said Lady Framling at the Royal Opera House, “don’t you look quite the gentleman?” With that she pulled down his pants and ran away.

Jesus watched god as he appeared in a plate of chips and thought, boy look at those pecs.

One father for sale, beyond repair.

There we are! Follow my twitter and you too could receive gems such as these.

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