Ears LOVES flash fiction, literally mesmerized by the stories that are a sentence long, maybe a paragragh, the ones that stop mid-sentence. He double dogear'd this one actually:

"She watches rolls falling, at a man who looks like a potato. Her stepfather used to come here. He died. He spent millions. There's oxygen and dinging. She gets behind the wheel of a very nice car." _Slot Machine_, Kim Chinquee