Supposedly, Hemingway once wrote a story in six words: "For sale: baby shoes, never worn." I'm no Hemingway, but I dig the idea of ultra-short stories.
I write them from time to time. You might like some. You can find me on Twitter at @dcwllms.
Wednesday, September 26, 2012
598. The happier we'll be
The alleyway was out of the way.
His handiwork wouldn't be found for days, but it would be found - probably by a homeless person.
He walked down the street whistling as he cleaned his knife blade.
The more we get together indeed.
