Only a choice few have heard the story from the convention I hit in August. They keep telling me to post it, but I'm not sure. It's rather ridiculous. It can be summed up in one line.
"I've only been in this perfectly nice hotel for ten minutes and I'm already naked with blood on the floor."
I did really say that. After some cajoling, I'm going to propose a bargain: if ten or more people write flash fiction based on that sentence, I'll post the true story. It probably won't be as ludicrous as your ideas. That's part of the point, isn't it?
Do we have a deal? You write 'em, post 'em, and link me here. Ten people wins a little of John's shame.