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.
Thursday, February 18, 2016
925. Christ in the highballs
They named the bar, "The Garden at Gethsemane" - those smug pricks. It was a place fully of the moment, according to its owners.
Someone had misspelled "SALVATION WITHIN" with white paint above the walk-in coolers.
To show they were in on the whole thing, the owners would drink themselves sick most nights.