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, March 4, 2015
875. Things unseen
When I wake, I am blind. I squeeze my fingers against my eyes, but it does not help. I am blind. I am searching for you and I hope that you will come to find me.