The Bitter Truth

Lose all material possessions.

Zen?

Bankruptcy!

The Performance

performance

It was showtime.

He faced his audience, and knew it would be the last time.

They all had terminal illnesses.

Holding hands, they strolled

into jail.

It’s been a while, and I decided to get back to some six-word stories. Share some of yours too, I’d be delighted to read them.

home

I walk into my home,

unwelcome.

I ran into myself —

running away from the world.