In the almost quiet just before dawn, when only the birds are waking up, three of my best friends, one a fat kid, decided to dress up like our idols Gary Coleman, Mary Kate Ashley, and Allen Ginsbug to see if we could convince those around us, even our Sunday school teacher – the fun one, who had been married twice to the same horticulturalist, that one of us could eliminate all the girls in our fifth grade class from a fingernail eating contest if it were held on April 1.

I love the site onesentence.org

I’ve had a couple published, and it’s harder to write short, believe me.