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.
There was a single Cheerio under the refrigerator. It was standing on its edge - if you can believe that. He'd been laying on the floor for hours, staring through it like a window. There were no answers on the other side.