(a true story) He was magnificent. The biggest, most beautiful butterfly I had ever seen. A male monarch, fluttering his wings, bright orange with black

I remember being afraid as I walked along the gravel road with my dad. We were going to see a dead person. I was ten years old. I had never seen a dead person before.

Monday was always wash day. Vera’s forehead glistened with sweat as she fed the heavy wet cotton sheets and pillowcases through the wringer-rollers. Her mother

It turns out that writing a six-word story is challenging. Here are four that I wrote.
Clearly I haven’t mastered the concept yet, as none of the four made the cut for publication in a literary magazine. Writing a six-word sentence or a six-word slogan is pretty easy. But to invoke motion and emotion in six words is not easy. I’ll keep trying 🙂