We live in a town named, "Leak", oops, "Leek." As you can see, Leek is not far from Flash. The distance is just over eight miles. Gary can get there in a flash in his flash car, or maybe about fifteen minutes.
Gary being Gary, thinks that flash fiction must be rude. When it comes to a flash, he thinks of somebody and we're not naming names, who likes to quickly expose their private parts. At this point, I make no mention of a trench coat.
So, with his thinking, "Flash Gordon", means flashing some dude named Gordon. I shall let you work out what he might think of, "flash flood", "flashlight", "flashback", "flash in the pan", "flash the cash", or that movie, "Flashdance."
I could help Gary out by letting him know that there's a nice human who's well into flash fiction. All he'd have to do is follow this link over to Yolanda's site, which is here, DEFENDING THE PEN.
I shall end this pawst off with some pawetry. Yes, Penny the Pawet, paws some prose, you nose, um, knows.