When, during dinner, I confessed my year-long affair to my wife, I was surprised that her face did not display the slightest glint of anger, shock, or disappointment, but was even more surprised to discover she owned a Glock.Â
Last week’s story was long, so I thought this week’s should be ultra-short. I like writing one-sentence stories because my mission is to condense a character’s entire life into the space between the first letter and period. There's a lot left unsaid, of course, and that's the place where the writer's and reader's imaginations intersect.
If you enjoyed Confessing My Affair, you might also like this other one-sentence story of mine, The Uber Eats Delivery Driver.
Right? He wasn't as clever as he thought.
Funny how he could write postmortem. 😉