Robin Hawke


Dawn
October 27, 2011, 2:49 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Rick, a landscape painter, studied the sun coming up. He noted the muted, sandy colors of this dawn, similar to yesterday’s and the days’ before, the days’ before.  Rick spurned the desert vista, Never, even though the accompanying silence heralded the end of war.

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