The Six-Word Story
So there’s this story about Hemingway. One afternoon while sitting around the old boys club, the guys bet him he couldn’t write a six-word story. Being a man who took a bet seriously, he grabbed a drink, went to another table, and a few minutes later came back with this:
For sale. Baby shoes. Never worn.
The first time I read it, I was kind of like wtf. But then you read it again—and Hem’s story is pretty good. Makes you think a lot for six words. It’s got a beginning / middle / end, all neatly tucked inside.
While working on my novel I took a crack at a six-word story of my own, maybe just to balance out the years’ long slog with quick hit. But you might say, pound for pound, this thing and the book could brawl.
Papers signed. First things first. Lingerie.
For the Bookclub (hah): which papers, though?
“Fiction is the lie that tells the truth.” Neil Gaiman said that. Sometimes I write short stories (instead of essays). It’s nice to forget the facts once in a while, you know?
If you liked this, try another . . .
Here's one for the book you're working on: New beginnings. First novel. Can't wait!