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.
Friday, August 19, 2016
978. The likeliest truth
"It's the likeliest truth." That's what she said to me. We were lobbing Molotov cocktails onto the putting green of the municipal course - cheap booze and the Mayor's annual newsletter for a wick. Everyone was saying the Mayor was a racist.