Thursday, March 4, 2010

Ernest Hemingway once remarked that his best work was a six-word story (that he may, in fact, have been challenged to write.)  The actual genesis of the thing is still shrouded in mystery.  And I love that. 

Here is Hemingway's story:

For sale: baby shoes.  Never worn. 

There.  Now you can tell that cute chick at the coffee shop that you read a short story last night. That'll impress the hell out of her.

You're welcome.

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