“For Sale: baby shoes. Never used.” August 27, 2007

Ernest Hemingway won a writing competition with that line. A six word short story. Kinda sad if you think about it.

So that gave my English Comp II prof the idea to assign that to our class for Wednesday. Write a six word short story. Not as easy as it sounds.

So far, all I’ve been able to come up with are these, and they aren’t mine:

“Welcome all to my disciplined breakdown.” (Collective Soul lyrics)

“We were hungry in Moscow, Soviet.” (the punchline to an old joke from a long dead comedian)

Still have to plug away at that. It’s due Wednesday. I’ll think of something.

I hope.

That’s all from where I sit.

–MorelaterZ–