Robin Hawke


Protection
October 26, 2011, 1:50 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The mower conked out near a shrub. Abandoned, its  metallic smell guarded against local wildlife–except for nesting mice. Two years later, the old shrub finally became a tree.

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Ozymandias would have liked this post. Very nice. D.

Comment by dmmacilroy

Thank you Doug!

Comment by Robin Hawke




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