This is based on Hemingway’s greatest:
“For sale: baby shoes, never worn”
My own flash fiction attempts follow:
- This is a six-word story. . . . Damn!
- He’d never lie to his mistress.
- “Running away beats suicide,” he lied.
- He and his clone always bickered.
- “Sucks to be you,” Job said.
- Thousand tears streamed like a river.
- I’m afflicted by vegetarianism. It’s chronic.
- Popping out of existence felt good.
- Ironically, CAKE is a four-letter word.
- (Compound modifiers count as one word.)
- Cures, causes, who can tell now-a-days?
- This is fun. You should try.
Ironically, he didn't see it coming.