Sure. Here's one I did for a kid's fishing magazine. If you don't count the title or by-line, it's right at 500. The trick is to keep the plot to a SINGLE event and only involve two people (one makes it drag, since there's no dialogue or reaction to facial expressions.)
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JUST THIS ONCE
By: Cathy Clamp
"I think we’re lost, Nancy."
The pigtailed girl shook her head, and kept walking through the trees. "We’re
not lost, Marcus. I know exactly where we’re going."
"Are you
sure?" asked the boy, turning again to look behind. "I can’t see the bikes anymore."
"Do you think mom and dad would let me come here alone if I didn’t know the way?" She twisted her freckled face to him. "Why did you decide to come with me today, anyway? I didn’t think you liked to fish."
Marcus shrugged and wiped the sweat from his ebony forehead. "It’s not that I don’t
like to, Nancy. I’ve just never
been fishing. But don’t tell the guys at school. They’ll laugh."
Nancy’s jaw dropped. She couldn’t remember a time in her eight years when she
didn’t fish — with her Dad, or Mom, or even Grams. Last summer she caught a five pound bass!
"That’s why I decided to come — just this once — to see if I liked it. And it’s why I asked you to bring an extra pole. I don’t have one."
Nancy smiled. "Well, I’ll just have to show you how, that’s all. Fishing’s the best thing in the whole world."
Marcus’s eyes lit up when they reached the pond. Cattails swayed in the breeze, and a huge fallen tree disappeared into the dark water. Ducks paddled lazily on the other side.
Nancy attached a bright yellow lure on one pole, and one painted like a fish on the other. She handed the pole with the fish lure to Marcus.
The lure slapped the shore
hard when Marcus tried to cast the first time. The spraying water soaked them. Laughing, Nancy taught him how to release the button on the reel so the spinner would sail far over the water.
When Nancy returned to her own pole, Marcus flipped the lure again. It landed right next to the fallen log! There was a swirl of water, and his lure disappeared. Suddenly, his pole tried to fly out of his hands. He held on tight. "Nancy! I think I have a fish!"
Nancy turned to look and saw his pole bent almost double. A massive green and silver fish leapt into the air. "Wow — a largemouth! " She dropped her pole and ran to his side.
Both of them held onto the pole tight. Nancy kept releasing the line and then having Marcus reel it back. Finally, the bass was brought to shore. It was even heavier than the one last summer!
Nancy held it by the lower lip while Marcus opened a hook on the stringer. "I don’t think you have to worry about the guys at school laughing at you. Not when you show them the picture I’ll have my dad take. And I’ll bet that you won’t be fishing
just this once, huh?"
Marcus shook his head. He couldn’t seem to stop grinning while he stared at the bass.
"No, I think maybe I’ll come with you next weekend, too."
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Does that help any?