Flash fiction is a story condensed down (usually under 300 words) which still retains its 'usual' narrative conventions (e.g protagonist, evolution of an idea, etc) only much, much tighter. Here's my attempt at one. Thought the concept might prove interesting, let me know your thoughts either way. Dan
Reciprocity
because I’m not taking about cars or money or cheap fags, for God’s sake. I’m talking about you. Don’t you get it? Anyway, I know you’re curious because I can see it on your face. Peering in like that: preaching your letterbox voyeurism. You just can’t help yourself, can you? Studying me. Give me a smile. You. I’m talking to you. And yet you won’t - someone might be around; they wouldn’t understand. Would they? Problem is that now you don’t know whether you’re reading me or I’m reading you. I’m not sure I do anymore... Things just seem to go round and round I just can’t figure it out. I need you to help me understand. I know you don’t just yet and that’s really the problem: perhaps you will next time. Why are you staring at me like that? I know part of you wants to leave and I understand, really I do. I wanted to, too. But you’ll find it gets easier. C’mon, you didn’t expect it to be easy the first time, did you? And there’s that look again: stop it. You’re making me shy. Relax; relax. Better. Anyway, I knew this would happen
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