In honor or of Earnest Hemmingway and my virtual sinkhole de jour, today I'm attempting to write the story of my marriage, separation, and reunion in six words.

Marriage. Separation. Reunion. That's half my word count right there.

I'm no Hemmingway, and even though you can find some fantastic sentences by googling "six word stories," neither are any of the other writers attempting to do what he did. As the story goes, Hemmingway was challenged to craft a complete work from six words, and came up with his favorite: "For Sale: Baby shoes. Never worn."

Thought it was the best thing he ever wrote.

Tough to top that.

Margaret Atwood did nicely with: "Longed for him. Got him. Shit." I mean, who can't relate? There's a story in there for sure, but not a gut puncher like Hemmingway's.

I love Joyce Carol Oates' "Revenge is living well without you," but it sounds more like a motto than a story.

Same with Arianna Huffington's "Fearlessness is the mother of reinvention."

So, yeah, I don't have delusions topping those women, but I can still have some fun with the challenge.

Here goes: Got married. Got undone. Do Over. Nah, sounds like a cryptic telegram.

Or: Dog bit kid. Marriage severed. Re-enter.

How about: Thought I knew what I didn't.

Ah, well. I gave it my best.

There are my tries, now you.