I wasn't always a fan of Ernest Hemingway. This changed after I took a class on Virginia Woolf. Oy vey, is that lady ever verbose and annoying. (At least, that was my impression of her after the class. I have yet to go back and review her work to see if my feelings have changed.) She practically drove me into the arms of Hemingway, whose short clipped sentences and repetitive prose was like a breath of fresh air. Ahhhh...this bull fight seems so calm and soothing.
Anyway, I recently came across this bit of Hemingway flash fiction and it was so brilliant and shocking I have to share it. Brace yourself, it is pure genius: