Stories

"Greg," said Nathan, "I've figured out how you tell stories."

I looked at him quizzically.

"Four sentences, seemingly unrelated, simple conclusion."

This assessment came in reaction to this story:

"I got hit by a car crossing Front Street. I pulled out from behind the Fed Ex truck, so the BMW didn't see me coming. I got thrown from the bike. I'm fine."

"They're like haiku," Nate said, "They rely on the listener to fill in the gaps."