SIX WORD stories can seem tougher to knock out than a chapter, article or short story. Trying to convey a scene, or scenes is where the real fun lies, trying to make each word like an Eskimo/ Inuit mid-winter (I almost opted for the onion simile) – layer upon layers – so it has branches of meaning beyond the one you see. Conjunctions like and or the are fairly empty but the others have to go somewhere – really stretch out – similar to wetting a roller with a dab of paint and somehow making it cover a whole wall. Sometimes I succeed, other times I fall short. Sometimes the face of a six worder is all there is, but it should never be a statement. Either way, enjoy the latest:
*Memories Bought!* My childhood sold: cheap.
Executioner retired. Axe/ mind: heavier…heavier.
Grandma forced door. Free at last.
Aryan Tanning Salon. Another terrible idea.
Bus late. Interview missed. Met her.
Remembering her face. Again…and again…
*CLOSED* Clones switched off – by clones.