This is a story in exactly 81 words. Originally written in 2014 for the (now defunct) website Find more of these stories here

“This is a dream, right?“, I asked cautiously.
“Smart little guy”, Hemingway said and ordered a mojito at the bar.
“So, what am I doing here together with you?”
Hemingway leaned back and looked me in the eye. “You want to be a  writer, don’t you? I’m a nobel prize winner. Ask me anything you want.  That’s what dreams are for.”
I pondered that. Then I asked Hemingway: “How’s the mojito?”
He frowned. “I’d take the daiquiri if I were you.”