I read a nice, possibly apocryphal story about Ernest Hemingway yesterday.
Here's the site: http://www.snopes.com/language/literary/babyshoes.asp
Somebody bet Papa, the story goes, that he couldn't write a compelling story using only six words. Here's what he came up with:
"For sale: baby shoes, never used."
Pretty good story, that.
In the manner of the secret workings of the human brain I came up with one in a dream last night. Here's mine:
"He held me down. I'm okay."
It was a terrible, disturbing dream all in all, but I won't get into that.