flash fiction (fiction)
nd the eyes roll over to the next words carried on the thin stream of letters before looping back around to the next line, each straight assembly of symbols devoured and released within moments of each other, occasionally skipping a new phrase or two but its fine because its all just the same set of 26 letters arranged in different formations, really, what could this one provide that the eyes havent seen yet, darting back to retread only rarely because attention is valuable and familiar words slip through like theyre chased with grease and the thinkers clog the pipe, move move move move MOVE and as soon as the blockage clears they are gone, a