Six words

Yesterday early on my drive back from Davidson, on the radio somewhere between Columbia and I-95, I happened upon Larry Smith talking on a talk show about his book of six-word memoirs.

Like this one from Elizabeth Gilbert: “Me see world! Me write stories!”

Or this one from Dave Eggers: “Fifteen years since last professional haircut.”

All goes back to the best six-word story ever written. Comes from Hemingway. “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.”

So … clearly … in the car … 585 miles … driving from up there to down here … six-word stories about Davidson basketball!

I’ll start.

McKillop: got somewhere by staying put.”

Overlooked. Too small. I am here.”

Wins are nice. Success is better.”

“Nine hours from Tampa. Can’t stop.”

Who’d have thought? The story continues.”


Your turn.

1 comment:

waitress said...

Krzyzewski couldn't sleep. Curry'd gotten better.