Robin Hawke


Snowglobe
September 28, 2011, 1:39 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

He gives me a snowglobe. It’s supposed to be a memory keepsake, something I’m suppose to turn and watch and remember him by. He gives me the whole love but not in love speech and all I do is whisper, “Rosebud.”

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