He didn’t read.
He didn’t do a lot of things.
One thing he did, though.
He tweeted.
Before COVID, it was mostly academics and Facebook nut jobs who blathered on. Most people were too busy, so snippets came in vogue.
Snapshots.
Summaries.
Short Snappers.
Then came the Coronavirus. People stopped thinking. Even when they did, they didn’t.
That’s when flash fiction took off.
There’d be no more Remembrances of Things Past.
Proust was toast.
Flash was all we could handle.