Robin Hawke


Canons
December 10, 2011, 4:00 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Agnes checked an oversized book out of the library. She studied photo journalists and their abilities to be in the right place with the right eye. She returned the overdue book, wishing she could steal it—having learned death rarely honored the sleeping.

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