Robin Hawke


Stew
October 6, 2011, 1:47 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

She found bliss in her garden, tending beans, peppers and other vegetables. She found comfort cooking stews full of vitamins and natural goodness. Her sorrow came after her stews were eaten, their aftertaste gone—the dream of hearth and home a shell of togetherness.

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