Flash

Incels

A baby curiously touching a man's face while he lies on grass.
“Anybody seen any chicks?”

Incels rebrand as blinking fireflies. They pitch celibacy as performance art, and meals for one as haute cuisine. Investors chant “sigma grindset” in Latin. TED Talks are scheduled in darkened basements. Society looks on, confused. Alone but luminous, incels glow with unfunded optimism, and wear capes stitched from unfollowed DMs.

***Faster than a speeding gummy, able to leap small buildings at a single bound Flash Fiction is a guaranteed page turner.

The preceding is satire. Straight up, Skippy. No warranties are expressed or implied. For life advice, try a professional. For investment tips, try a dart board. For salvation, the gentleman in the robe has been handling that portfolio for 2,000 years.