Several years ago, I entered several “stories” in a fast fiction contest. They had to tell a story but could only be fifty words long. Here are two of my favorites.
“He cried because I dumped him; said he lost everything because of me. “ The woman laughed into her drink, stood up, and staggered toward the exit before falling dead to the floor.
The female bartender washed the poison from the woman’s glass. “That’s for my ex-husband and my kids.”
High school, junior year, I sat between two, very handsome, senior football players while we watched the 16 mm film on the male reproductive system. Our Biology II teacher walked around the darkened classroom, monitoring our attention. Meanwhile we all laughed that he hadn’t noticed his front fly was unzipped.