One of the shortest stories (and some argue the most powerful) ever written was achieved in just six words. Here's how it goes: 

'For sale: baby shoes, never worn.' 

It has been attributed to Hemingway but good old Wikipedia states that '...the link to him is unsubstantiated, and in fact the 'story' predates Hemingway's writing career.'

Regardless of who penned it, the story remains brilliant in its conjuring of a veritable cornucopia of imaginative possibilities.

Here's a couple of my short Short Stories.

A Thin Man Goes into a Wine Bar

‘It's been a hard week,' says the thin man. ‘Whisky?' asks the proprietor. The thin man curls his lips, raises his eyebrows. 'Ouzo, then,' the proprietor says. The thin man retracts his neck, wrinkles like a fine wool merino's arse cascade into his V-neck cashmere. 'Nah, I'll have a white.'

Florsheim Shoes

I got on a train – I think it was a Bendigo train – and under the seat I found a pair of black Florsheim shoes. Never worn. Still in the box they came in. Exactly my size. Another time I found a supermarket bag of porno videos. They’d been used, though.