A well-publicized recent poll concluded what we already suspected–that a lot of people don’t read anymore, at least not the longer stuff, which is why short-short-short fiction (I mean short–say six words) may become the new bathroom lit. Short short stuff isn’t new. On Pete Lit there’s several samples of this stuff from oldsters, including a six word story from Ernest Hemingway: “For sale: baby shoes, never worn.” The end. Irvine Welsh chimes in with another six-worder: “Eyeballed me, killed him. Slight exaggeration.” Back in Hemingway’s time it was a novelty, but now could become the perfect length for modern readers to work up a sweat as they slog through stubby plots.
Update: This concept is starting to get serious. Check here for a whole series on six-word concoctions.