Flash Fiction Flashback: Things Fall Apart
I wrote this one in 2020, but it seems pretty danged relevant to the current circumstances. Right about then I wrote several flash fiction pieces that seem to relate to the current political situation. Some are more relevant than readable, but I think this one at least comes close to being both. Things Fall Apart "Things fall apart; the center does not hold." Was it better when everything stayed in its place, and the magnetic pull of the god kept everyone in tight orbit around their station? My grandfather says it was, but I think Grandmother is less certain. Maybe that’s because she says that her place used to be a bit cramped and uncomfortable. I used to think she meant she had to live in a little box. Now that I understand metaphors, I think that her box is only a little bigger. Grandfather says there didn’t used to be violence and fighting, because everyone knew his place and was content. But I have learned how to get into the records, and I...