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.
Sunday, January 22, 2017
1031. Over time
It was the January thaw. Everywhere the landscape had given up its shades of white for browns and greens. Over at the pond, a hockey net was slowly sinking through the slush. Didn't look like it would survive until after school.