Robin Hawke


Drama
October 25, 2011, 1:02 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Michael filed into the assembly hall with his class. They all thought the same: it was fall asleep stuff; stuff that belonged to another time, not to them. The fights, the malice, the betrayals, the strange jokes wrapped him around to take another look at Shakespeare’s plays.

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