In our era of rapid clicks and short attention spans, flash fiction seems like the way to go. This was published last week in 101 words:
GOOD ODDS
I have some questions.
Yes?
About my treatment.
I will be happy to answer any questions you may have.
Is it worth it for me to go through this?
That’s a question only you can answer.
Okay, let me put it this way: what are my chances if I go ahead with this treatment?
As I said…
Just tell me how many people are alive five years later.
You want a percentage?
Yes.
22.7 %.
How about ten years out?
Now we’re really getting into another area where statistics…
Pick a percentage.
9.2%. Approximately.
That seems like good odds to me.
Friday Flash Fiction 4/23/22
Have you eaten? Not breakfast. Or lunch. Whatever. I think maybe I had coffee. Well, come on, I’ll take you to breakfast right across the street. But that’s a McDonalds. I hate McDonalds! Listen, who else is offering to buy you anything? I don’t want to seem ungrateful. It’s just that I hate McDonalds. Here’s two bucks. Now, do me a favor and get lost. Why do you have to be like that? Like what? Inconsiderate. Thoughtless. Mean. Never putting yourself in my place. How about three dollars, okay? Yeah, now I can get the Big Mac. |