Life, Six Words at a Time (Act II)

My friend, Scott, is writing a novel. I’m just like him except I lack the talent, time, and patience to write a novel. But disregarding those tiny hindrances, I’m going to write a novel one of these days, too. Until then, I continue to offer my short short short stories for your gentle amusement:

Run done. Quick cold shower invigorates.

Sliver of soap; too many showers.

Fur in cereal. My cat purrs.

Toaster fixed. I plugged it in.