Robin Hawke


Landlord
December 11, 2011, 4:02 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The phoebe insisted on building her nest above the swinging back door. Little surprise, entrances and exits regularly dislodged her home. When a clay pitcher broke, David drilled a hole in its base, mounted the possible shelter, and hoped for a permanent solution.

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Sweet!

Comment by Kimberly Whelan Gonzalez




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