Robin Hawke


Doctor’s Office
September 3, 2011, 1:11 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

In the wait room of anatomical models, we reached for the same magazine. Whispers, shy smiles became giggles, a quick friendship. Our fears flirted, a brace for mammograms.

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