I’ve started submitting some short pieces to sixsentences.blogspot.com - all the stories are exactly (as you might guess) six sentences long. Here is the one I submitted today.

A tall man with short, dark hair enters the restaurant, a pretty blonde girl on his arm, and quickly takes the seat the waitress offers. As the girl looks for something new to eat, he strokes his neatly trimmed goatee and looks through the crowd, his intense gaze searching as if his meal was out there, and not on the menu. After a few moments of silent review, he temples his fingers in front of his face, his eyes lowering until they are nearly closed, and says, “He’s here.” “Where?” she whispers, not wanting to look up from her list of likely selections. “At the back, smoking cigars with about five or six others.” She still refuses to look up, but lets out a little grunt, and then, “Can I at least eat first this time?”

Let me know what you think