Robin Hawke

December 7, 2011, 2:47 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

It was impossible for Jacob to forget the smells of war: cigarettes, sewage and flesh. He held his nose drinking coffee. Cinnamon, pine and gingerbread sweetened December.


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I love these three sentence stories. Hope you don’t mind, I loved them so much I used the idea as the prompt over on my blog. Hope you’ll come share one, too!

Comment by Kimberly Whelan Gonzalez

Of course not!

Comment by Robin Hawke

Love. Scent is such a powerful thing, and holds so many memories within it.

Comment by Lisa Wields Words

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