Recently, Esquire held a flash fiction contest (http://www.esquire.com/fiction/short-short-fiction-contest-2011) based on the notion that you could tell a complete story in 78 words. The contest specifically references Hemmingway's "For Sale. Baby shoes. Never worn." I thought it would be fun to share my own entry.
By J.M. Perkins
Con the Sumer quested. He fought off the assaults to his senses: the black magic of advertising, trailercraft and the other dark arts of the pushermen. All were attempts to divert him to false idols. Ages ago, he'd sworn off rest till he'd found the object of his desire.
Con listened to the words of the sages, wandered endless reviews and forded the hundred thousand streams of media. Searching, always searching. Finally, he found it. Finally, he found