Robin Hawke


Cold Front
October 17, 2011, 12:50 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The windchimes signaled the blustery approach of a front from the north. The cold,  good news for the apple crop, would sweeten fruity flesh. Matthew’s trouble: he wanted to fall asleep with the trees, wake in the spring.

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Hehehe… I’m quite a bit like Matthew myself.

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