Robin Hawke


Dance Girl
November 2, 2011, 3:28 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Sylvia danced into the room. She grabbed a boy, any boy, for a night of moving bumps to rhythmic blues. When he left, she grabbed another, and another, until she was the last one swaying.

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My kind of girl.

Aloha, Robin!

Comment by dmmacilroy

Mine too! Just wish she was easier on her partners, Robin

Comment by Robin Hawke




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