I read in a magazine that Hemingway once wrote a six-word story.
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
What marvelous economy! So much said in spite of being unsaid. As I walked to the train this morning, I pondered how to tell a six-word tale. At work, I challenged Kraiger to come up with his own six-word story.
So far my attempts seem amateurish. I can imply a story, but struggle to complete one. I hope I can come up with one before Kraiger does. Who else wants to give it a try?
You're still here? Wait, don't go!
Heartbroken, she had only his fez.