Mini-lit

My friend, who prefers to remain unnamed and unlinked, found this great little ditty:

from page six:

Ernest Hemingway was once challenged to write a story in six words. The result: "For sale: baby shoes, never used." It's rumored that Hemingway thought it was his greatest work, and it's invariably offered as the standard to which micro-fiction should aspire. Stirred by the mini-masterpiece, BlackBook magazine asked 25 of today's writers to offer their own original six-word story. Some produced more than 10 narratives in less than an hour's time, while others took weeks to labor over a single half-dozen word-set. Among the submissions were John Updike: "Forgive me!" "What for?" "Never mind." From Irvine ("Trainspotting") Welsh: "Eyeballed me, killed him. Slight exaggeration." Norman Mailer: "Satan — Jehovah — 15 rounds. A draw." Rick Moody: "Grass, cow, calf, milk, cheese, France." Tobias Wolff: "She gave. He took. He forgot." Michael Cunningham: "My nemesis is dead. Now what?" And Jerry Stahl: "You are not sh - - . You are!"

She asked for some six-word stories from her readers, but people aren't taking the bait for some reason. I enjoyed coming up with my own so much, I thought I'd open a similar thread here, too.

These were the only two entries at her site:

1. From someone who calls themselves Bigbootycall: "Her slow glance upward asked, 'Why?...'"

2. My first attempt: "The anniversary: Were her eyes blue?"

I'll throw in a couple more.

"Alone in this big world: Friendster"

And one a little more relevant to the situation in my room as I type this.

"That fly is driving me insane."

Please, by all means, make like the Pixies and gouge away.

UPDATE: Only two people? That's it? C'mon, folks. LAME.