Ernest Hemingway once wrote a story in just six words “For Sale: baby shoes, never worn.”
I found myself doing this exercise at the weekend to pass some time while I was in the car. Here are some of the ones I came up with:
Congratulations Mrs Kray, healthy twin boys.
She is twenty. I am forty.
The consultant looked at me sadly.
Doesn’t Hannah look like her uncle?
I can’t be pregnant, he’s sterile.
The sign had said keep out.
He said he would marry me.
My wife does not understand me.
She told me she was sixteen.