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.
Monday, September 12, 2016
989. Show me what the locals love
She'd seen all the big ones. She wanted the real deal now; the stuff the locals loved. So they led her down one side street and another and another - ad labyrinthus ad infinitum. She never found her way out.
