Robin Hawke

December 17, 2011, 3:03 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

As a child, Tommy collected stamps and shells. Furniture and marriages, divorces and art—these came later. Pictures of his children surrounded his hospital bed when he looked like a collection of bones.


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A haunting commentary on the ephemeral nature of material existence. I like this very much. 🙂

Comment by Kirsten


Comment by evocative embrace

Excellent! An eloquently told life’s story in only 33 words. I love this story. It evokes so many images and emotions in so few words. You are an excellent writer, keep up the great work. These are the best kind of stories, those that say it all without having to say any more or use any more words than absolutely necessary to convey the feelings and meanings of the story.

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