I just found out about mini-sagas, which are short stories made of 50 words or less. I dare say you’ll be seeing quite a few of these.
Elmer gasped for breath. He felt hot. Too hot. In fact it was suddenly as if fire had begun to rage in his stomach, rising up his oesophagus and into his mouth. He’d been poisoned. And she’d done this. She, who looked suspiciously like a rabbit in drag. That bitch.