FOOTPRINTS IN WET CEMENT, flash fiction by Peter Wortsman defines a slippery form with a wild variety of selections
Flash fiction may be "still as slippery as footprints in wet cement", as Peter Wortsman writes in his foreward to FOOTPRINTS IN WET CEMENT (Pelekinesis) But in this impressive collection, he defines an ephemeral form with a wild variety of selections in an entertaining array of categories. There are "True Confessions," "True Encounters," "Wise Cracks," "Delphic Telegrams" and here-- "Stories on the Run." These are audacious stories which puncture our assumptions. Among my favorites are Girl on a Train (Intelligence?), Let there be Lies (Deity's shortcomings?) I Am Not Myself (Metaphysical identity theft?), After the Storm (Alive?) and many others. Here is a comment about an earlier non fiction work of Wortsman by a master of the short story and another on his fiction by a novelist. “The behavior of the people [in ‘Snapshots and Souvenirs’] was wonderfully human and moving—the sort of thing even the best ...