I recently heard of the genre of Short short Short stories. A story in six words - genius, artistic wankery or just the fiction equivalent of haiku? In any case, seems to fit my state of mind at the moment, when I'm sitting at the computer with the itch to write but knowing I could be bleeped away at any moment.
Here are tonight's attempts. For some reason, they are mostly rather macabre - not a reflection of my practice I assure you!! But maybe it's a function of my chronic lack of sleep..... 2 more night shifts to go.
"Will you die?" the doctor said.
Mitzy gnawed on the human bone.
The blistered man bled his last tears.
Her last hope: a fourleaved clover.
She placed the garotte there herself.