I have been reading flash fiction lately and have been won over by the power of brevity, the short sharp visions of another world, like seeing into a stranger's room as your train sails by their building. I tried my hand at some of my own flash, based on a memory that a character of mine experienced in a story that ultimately never got written. But the 'memory' remained. It's called 'My 1980s' and looks at the peak years of the AIDS crisis in London. Here it is published by the good people at Ellipsis Zine.