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.
Tuesday, March 14, 2017
Ned's face was hot under the mask. Sweat was beading and sliding down his neck. What was this protest even about? Was this even a movement? If you like this, check out my weekly newsletter.