Robin Hawke

October 30, 2011, 2:57 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The pattern pieces came from an old shirt, a flowered dress, a nightgown. They were stitched together by hand so the seams puckered. Tracy, her daughter, didn’t notice the love as she tripped on the pattern.

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Really enjoyed reading some of your three sentence stories. What a great idea!

Comment by snagglewordz

It’s been a wonderful self-imposed challenge…hard enough to puzzle me, fast enough for daily, addictive enough to awaken me slowly. Thanks for coming by! Robin

Comment by Robin Hawke

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