Robin Hawke


Box
January 23, 2012, 3:57 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

His body was gently folded in a cedar box, built on the quick. Marky stole out to the garage to dip a hand into cold fur and search for a tremor of movement. Memories waited for the tears on frozen ground.

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Awwwww.

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