Robin Hawke


Apple and Ash
December 13, 2011, 3:25 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

A whiff of apple tantalized. The ancient stove glowed, producing enough heat to take the chill from the floor. Outside, the haze of smoke settled like mist, the other product of diseased wood.

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