There’s a poem by Seamus Heaney called Limbo which is chronologically back-to-front. I love it. I wondered if I could pull that off in short fiction, and so instead of writing out a complex plan for what the story would be and how to show it, I just started writing.
The result was this super-short story, a mix between the non-chronology of Tarantino and the detective fiction style of Raymond Chandler.
Distilled Orthopraxy 