"In the real world, down here, people bleed. Soldiers, civilians, aid workers get blown up and kidnapped and slaughtered because of what you decide to post."Read the whole thing, as well as Alex Carr's "Breaking the News to Farash" and Alex Berenson's "No Tee Time for Zubaid." To my mind, flash fiction has always resided on the periphery of publishing acceptability. Though eminently readable, the form is so short that publishers rarely seem willing to pay for it. But these three pieces in the Journal have me harboring a secret yearning, a hope that flash could finally be entering the mainstream.
"After careful scrutiny and deliberation."
"I wonder if you'd act the same way if you were in the field of combat yourself. If the exposure put you at risk personally."
He shifted in his chair. "What are you saying?"
"You yourself, for instance. Your real name is Mattias Gunnarsson. You live at 66 Saint Göransgatan Street in the Kungsholmen area of Stockholm. You've been staying at the Hotel Europa in Amsterdam for almost a week. You have a younger sister who's been living in --"
"Is this a threat?" he sputtered. His pasty face flushed. "What, you're saying you can track me down?"
I stood up. "Not at all. I just wanted you to know that I'm a big believer in transparency, too."
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