Ernest Hemingway, it is said, once came up with a short story — a good one, yet — that ran all of six words: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” As nanofiction goes, if it’s not the standard-bearer, it’s pretty darn close: how much of a tale can you tell in half a dozen words? There’s “In the beginning was the Word,” same length, but not what I think of as fiction.
Caterina Fake is collecting samples from her readers. Here are some I particularly liked:
Lucky, yes, but my twin wasn’t.
She loved again. I never did.
Today, I threw her toothbrush away.
They do seem to be somewhat sad, don’t they?
(The best short story I ever wrote took a whole 804 words.)