Sunday, 22 July 2012

Short Story Sunday: Hemmingway Edition

Legend has it that Hemmingway was in a bar (where else, amirite?) and he was bet that he couldn't make a short story with only ten words.  His retort was that he could do it in six.  A few seconds and ten bucks on the table later, he said to his drinking companion "For Sale: Baby's shoes.  Never worn."

Which just gets creepier and more heartbreaking the more you think about it. 

So this week on  Short Story Sunday, I try my hand at a super short story.  I hope you don't hate it.  I hope it's not too much of a tease.  I hope no one ever learns how long I spent trying to make it.  

Welcome to Short Story Sunday: Hemingway edition!

The coffee’s cold.  The cake is old.  It doesn’t matter. She said yes!

Also, Dallas, if you're still reading my tripe, this one's for you.  I finally managed to write something that's not depressing!  Huzzah!

1 comment:

  1. I read all your tripe, haha, also, you'll laugh when you read my post about Cuba as I mention Hemingway several times. Also, while there's nothing wrong with depressing reading, there is something to be said for variety :)