I must stop this blogging every two weeks and be more consistent. Hopefully with almost a week left of vacation, I can do this. Scarlet Shutter's recent post on the 100-word story reminded me of NPR's contest two years ago to see who could write the best novel in 12 words. So I've been messing around with it. Here are my offerings. Any takers?
He drove all night. Rain and snow. Door locked. Long drive home.
She was born. She grew up. She had four kids. She died.
Husband, an electrician. Wife, trusted him. The house burned down. She inside.
It went off. Everything became quiet. Then, a laugh. Without a hitch.
They shouldn't have been in that graveyard at all. Serves 'em right.
She saw her future in her grandmother's eyes. She bought a pistol.