Robin Hawke


A Stop for Milk
January 19, 2012, 2:33 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

They met before the double doors. He swung his cane into her knees when she directed him with an inadequate, “Here.” Candace squeezed against the door, but stayed in his path, “Here,” to help him pick some meat, preserves, and wine.

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