Six Word Micro-Fictions
Proving yet again that I’m years behind all the happening internet memes (this one purportedly based on a Hemingway creation), I submit this STORY IN SIX WORDS.
Bigfoot kissed me on the mouth.
BONUS EDITION: A Southern Gothic version of the same story.
I laid with the skunk ape.
Climbing down the narrow stairs in my grandmother’s fruit cellar, I noticed the lid of the freezer was ajar.
Pausing on the next-to-the-last step, I felt the grip of a cold hand on my ankle.
Probing my tongue around the recessed gum line exposed by the unexpected loss of a molar, I wondered how long I could wait before seeing a dentist.
On the tip of my tongue, I felt the sting from a tiny snapping mouth full of hypodermic teeth—before passing out.
Under the Bed
I rolled over in bed and whispered into my sleeping husband’s ear, “David, I think something is . . . under the bed.”
From the shadows beneath the bed frame, David breathed, “Baby, I’m down here.”
“Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.” – Robert Bloch (author of Psycho)
In the spirit of resuscitating a year(s)-old internet meme—the Two-Sentence Horror Story:
The Gilt Mirror
Reflected in the large gilt mirror hanging above the living room mantle, I saw my wife step from the hallway into a room past the bedroom and close the door quietly behind her. I clutched at the mantle for support, because there is no room just past the bedroom, and my wife died five years ago in a fire.
Anyone else have two sentences to share?