The short short story has been around through the literary ages, brevity and verbosity taking turns in fashion. The term Flash Fiction arose with the new millennia and the dowdy “short short story” emerged reborn as the righteous Flash Fiction. And we like it.
Fancy modern monikers aside, it is often within mundanity that we live the small episodes that comprise our modern life. Further, within the person next to us, we find different versions of ourselves. And so it is, in the pithy yet detachedly casual poetics of Matthew Salesses flash fiction novel, I’m Not Saying, I’m Just Saying, that we see a life in flash fiction. Herein lies the story of a lost human brought the long distance back to himself via the vivid moments of his muted inner-malaise, brought back to flesh through flesh. (source)