A beer tastes better with company.

The End

I finished War and Peace. Finally.

Mechanical snakes slither through my city.

A New Exercise

I've had this idea for awhile: write a 6-word short story from a photograph. You know, find a story in the image and tell it.

So here we go. This is a photograph I saw this afternoon in a gallery of Thanksgiving photos at Slate.com. This image was shot by Erich Hartmann in New York City, in 1961, during a Thanksgiving dinner at a homeless shelter. I'm going to try to write a story (in the "comments" section) inspired by the photograph, but I'm not kidding myself here: this image needs no words to tell the story; the photographer has already said all there is to be said.

Happy Thanksgiving.

"Howdy, Applesauce," I'll say. "Miss me?"

Hoboken Station. Men peeling the ceilings.

I replenish vending machines. Nothing else.

Red flashed and broke his cross.

"Can I cut in?"
"Why not?"

Here. You take the first whack.