Robin Hawke


Marsh Mud
November 24, 2011, 3:18 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The slimy mud sucked at Ben’s toes. He pushed one foot in, then the other, undulating his weight until he felt something hard. His fingers pushed down through the muck to grab a clam.

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This brings back some wonderful memories. So satisfying to dig in and find the treasures.

Comment by wcdameron

I’d love to be in the mud right now! Happy Thanksgiving, Robin

Comment by Robin Hawke

So much evoked in so few words. Also brings back wonderful memories of my own.

Comment by scribbla

And the boy catches dinner!

Comment by John Wiswell




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