Robin Hawke


Carol
December 20, 2011, 3:52 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Palates, roughened with age, sagged inside the bodies surrounding her. Lyla propped herself on her elbows. She listened to the melodic snores of her animals and husband with the ears of a connoisseur.

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