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.
Sunday, March 9, 2014
798. Better
The next day was a little better. So was the next. It went on and on and on like that until he stopped counting. After awhile, things didn't seem quite so bad anymore.
