An Old Man and his Old Friend
4-3-06
He was an old man, worn, overworked, and tired. He had never had a friend in his lifetime. Until today. He met the greatest friend. They met in silence, they walked around the world once, in mutual understanding. Then, the last day:
“What is your name?” The old man asked.
“I am Death.”
This is a 55-word story. It takes some serious skill to write a good story with a limitation of 55 words. I clearly do not pocess it. Too much of this story takes place inside my head. And it is too closely ripped off of "Meet Joe Black" with Brad Pitt. No good.
He was an old man, worn, overworked, and tired. He had never had a friend in his lifetime. Until today. He met the greatest friend. They met in silence, they walked around the world once, in mutual understanding. Then, the last day:
“What is your name?” The old man asked.
“I am Death.”
This is a 55-word story. It takes some serious skill to write a good story with a limitation of 55 words. I clearly do not pocess it. Too much of this story takes place inside my head. And it is too closely ripped off of "Meet Joe Black" with Brad Pitt. No good.
posted by Andy | 7:26 PM
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