Robin Hawke


Blizzard
September 13, 2011, 1:51 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Why hadn’t she looked out the window? The snow was already a foot deep; the buses weren’t running; there wasn’t a single car on the road home. An hour later, seemed like longer, a blue van with a broken headlight slowly drove the opposite way, turned around and stopped in front of her.

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