I’ve been calling for six word stories for quite some time. Alas very few have heeded the call. So I’m going to publish the ones that I do have (one from Veronica Salinas and a whole slew from Don Mathis). I’ve included all of Don’s because I think they’re interesting to read together. Some are, of course, stronger than others. I found the fascination, not only for food, but for lettuce an interesting component. Any other threads you can see running throughout? Veronica’s, while not six words, is very short. It is the antithesis, in some ways, of the age old myth of Narcissus, a new story of a culture obsessed with body image advertising. There is so much one can write in so few words.
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Enjoy the thought-provoking brevity.
Vanity Strikes Again by Veronica Salinas
The mirror witnessed all the pleasures the human eye could not.
Feast and Famine in Six Words by Don Mathis
I've got champagne appetite, beer budget.
Haven't had caviar for so long.
Don't eat sushi at bait stand.
All you can eat. He pays.
Ten cent beer, can't afford foam.
Holiday hamburger, eat like a king!
Homemade ice cream, poor man's riches.
Back yard bar-b-que, food stamp feast!
California produce truck, dollar a bag.
Stole a tip, bought a pie.
So hungry I ate dried peppers.
Expelled from the Garden of Eatin'.
Ate five pounds of Louisiana crawfish.
Squeeze the tail, suck the head.
What is "Doggie Bag" in Italian?
Hondo Game Dinner, five dollar feast.
Simple meal, loving hands, I'm rich.
So hungry, could eat a horse.
Everything tastes better when you're camping.
Spent all I had, still hungry.
Pockets are empty, belly is too.
Meat and potatoes guy; broke.
Have my cake, eat it too.
A dessert, heading for a waistland.
Famished, until I finished second helping.
Don't criticize service until food arrives.
Meal was lousy, and not enough.
Bum eats well, then he runs.
Eat to live, love to eat.
Once was starving, now I feast.
O 0 4 I 8 0 (Owe zero, for I ate nothing).
Wanted a steak, got a burger.
Chicken fried steak, dollar sixty eight.
One taco, but looks like two.
Big plate of food just evaporated.
Beggars' Banquet causes a Salivation Army.
Read the menu and I drooled.
So sad, Happy Meal is fattening.
Hungry eyes big as the plate.
Couldn't even afford a small appetizer.
So malnourished, couldn't eat at all.
Hungry for everything, I've got indigestion.
Not in a hurry to fast.
Fishes and loaves won't be enough.
Pay you tomorrow for hamburger today.
Ate it all, pass the Tums.
Don Mathis recently served as president of the Texoma Poetry Society, an affiliate of the Poetry Society of Texas in Sherman. And in 2010, 'Dionysus Don' was crowned champion of the McKinney Poetry Slam. Don is very involved in the poetry community in Bexar County. He is a founding member of the San Antonio Poetry Fair and participates regularly with Sun Poets on Tuesday and La Taza writers' group on Monday. His poetry has been published in anthologies ("Voices Along the River," "Trinity Review") and periodicals (T.G.I.F., In Search of Fatherhood, Sandyland Chronicle ,Voices de la Luna) and has appeared on local TV and national radio.
Lyle Rosdahl, a writer living in San Antonio, edits the flash fiction blog & best of in print for the Current. He created, facilitates and participates in Postcard Fiction Collaborative, a monthly flash fiction response to a photo. You can see more of his work, including photos, paintings and writing, at lylerosdahl.com.
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