Robin Hawke


Minute Hand
September 14, 2011, 2:33 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Maureen waited an hour, finished her wine, gave up her table. Joel walked through the door as she was leaving the restaurant, drew her back in. She hated his elastic management but wasn’t prepared for quitting time.

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