Two things occur to the relic as she puzzles over the alleged merit of so many of the Flash Fiction submissions ("Fiction in a Flash," April 26). Probably she is just jealous, resentfully self-flagellating for not having been disciplined or focused enough to submit an entry of her own stellar nonsense. Or maybe she simply needs to cook up something from Chef Sicard's new marijuana cookbook, to see if upon reconsideration any of the flashes make any more sense the second time around. Then she realizes, what does she know about writing, anyway?
Catherine Barnes, Eureka