*This*: A Flash Fiction Short Story
*This* The Butterfly Effect A Flash Fiction Short Story This. Yes, *This*. It's what I'm doing right now. Not your right now, dear reader, but my right now. Only moments ago, *This* wasn't here. There was no concept of what *This* would become. Nevertheless, *This* was started. Became *This*. Became? Became what? Now we are equals. I don't know yet. And neither do you. But as the clickity-clack of the QWERTY mimics the nervous gnashing of teeth, you and I can discover it together. *This* could have started with 'Once upon a time', but I know that would be too cutesy for my dear reader. This could have started with 'It was a dark and stormy night... ', but the rules of this game have a limit to how many QWERTY conjoined bits and bobs *This* can contain. But I do know that *This* started with a spark. A simple spark that appeared at 3:02am. Moreover, the spark tasks me. The challenge is accepted gracefully. However, now... *This* has taken life, but not f...
