Daydream: strangling her before another sound.
His hat blown off: clean sweep.
“Storytime!”, two empty chairs in attendance.
Music crescendoed, nobody heard the gun.
A shuddering laundry pile, suddenly still.
The whale’s beached, the woman drowns.
SNOW REPORT: Two toes found, anonymous.
What is your mother doing here?
In lieu of flowers, leave memories.
Healthy arteries, but you’re still heartless.
Even now, it is still you.
REFLECTION: Writing these six word stories was somewhat challenging because I would come up with ideas in my head that seemed short and as I wrote them they would be 7, 8, or 9 words and I would have to rework them so that they would still make sense, but parred down to 6. I enjoyed this exercise because sometimes I get bogged down in the phrasing of things and make my writing too ornate and it loses the focus of the plot.