The kind of flash that doesn't result in indecent exposure charges

. . .  or maybe it does. Only time will tell.

In any event, I've been checking out a lot of flash fiction as of late--I think it's the ideal length for a single-sitting reading on a computer screen--and here are a few that stood out to me:

Jason Hunt throws a vicious uppercut with Brass Knuckles in the latest edition of Yellow Mama. When a story begins with a guy giving serious consideration to which weapon is best suited for exacting the specific kind of revenge he desires, you know it's going to be good.

In one of the more creative pieces I've seen in a while, Chris Pollard explores a question that we've all asked ourselves at one time or another: If every object could speak and had feelings, what would life be like? Check out the results of his experiment at Pulp Metal Magazine.

Liam Sweeney's criminals in King of the World waste no time in the kind of fast-paced dose of noir the good people over at Powder Burn Flash have become known for.

Christopher Grant delivers his usual awesomeness with Bus Stop in a post on Thrillers, Killers 'n Chillers from last year. I'm always a fan of "average guy suddenly finds himself in a bunch of shit" stories, and Grant nails this one. It's like a clinic on how to write flash.