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.
Saturday, April 18, 2015
884. I came here all the time
"I know this place," he said, rubbing the dust from the bar between his fingers. The others nodded. Except none of them did - not really. One by one, his clone brothers followed him out into the wasteland.