Six Word Short Story

For sale: baby shoes, never used.
-Ernest Hemingway-

The original short short story and the inspiration for this website. In the 1920s, Ernest Hemingway’s colleagues bet him that he couldn’t write a complete story in just six words. They paid up. Hemingway is said to have considered it his best work.

I challenged myself to attempt a six word short story like Hemingway, I wrote the following short story:

Pay cheque arrived today, last one.
-L.J. Lenehan-


Offaly Topic Interview / Profile L.J. Lenehan

Topic Interview
June 26 in Offaly, Ireland
This is a copy of my first full page interview in the Offaly Topic with regards to my life, views and poetry in particular.
My thanks are extended to Barney Scally for his interest and support.
As you can see wordpress will not allow me to post this in a high enough resolution to be legible, so if you would like a copy of the interview just message me and I will e-mail it to you.


Introduction to Sudden Adult Death Syndrome

It was the Sunday morning 17th of July 2011 my daughter had been in a million times that morning (I wish I were exaggerating) to make her pancakes, my son slept the night at his grandmothers, my husband was up writing addresses on invitations to an Open for his local Pitch and Putt club.

I put a toothpick in each eye, dragged myself out of bed, put on a bra, old sweater, jeans, slippers  and walked into the kitchen. I put on the kettle opened the fridge and dun, dun, dun there was no milk! Argh! The frustration, no milk meant no instant coffee, no pancakes and a fight over who was going to the shop for milk.

The argument over who was going for the milk was worse than I had expected. We said mean things to each other that we did not mean. Sulking I went back in to the bedroom and laid down. A few minutes later I heard the front door open and close. He was going for milk. I was not particularly satisfied with my success because we made such a big drama over going for the milk.

I stayed in my bed and my daughter was in the front room watching cartoons. About fifteen minutes later the door bell rang and the owner of the local shop was standing in my front door. I did not understand why he would be at my house so early on a Sunday morning but said hello anyways. The local shop owner said hello and told me I better come up to the shop that my husband had collapsed. I repeated the word collapse back to him and he nodded. He asked me if my husband had taken any kind of drugs. I said no and the local shop owner apologized for asking me that question.

I thought to myself he must have fainted from exhaustion and got my daughter dressed to go to the shop and collect him. Convinced I would only be a few minutes I did not take off my slippers and put on regular shoes.

Besides regretting that fight every day since it has happened I also regret not changing out of my slippers and putting my regular shoes on. I walked around in slippers for the next two days!! I am not the type of person that goes out in public in slippers!

Commuting Is Not Worth It!

Commuting two hours a day for the last four years and I am losing the will to live. I would rather eat ramen noodles every meal, wear a necklace made of live grasshoppers, ride a tricycle to my local job, have philosophical discussions with mutes, walk around with a melting ice cream on top of my head, make an origami Great Wall of China, pickle peppers, walk lizards on a leash than ever spend two and a half hours a day driving to work and home again.

Anyone thinking, ‘ah, it won’t be that bad…’ It is. Save yourself, be poor, stay home with instant coffee and ramen noodles!!