Robin Hawke

January 28, 2012, 1:59 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

In my element, I slung mud with gusto. I wallowed; I raced around the shallow pit to pull another tug-of-war victor into that glorious mix of dirt and water. When I stood on the stoop before my mother—in jeans slick with loam and slings of clay-draped hair—my exhilaration ebbed but she was cool and handed me a towel.


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I am giving you the Sunshine award 🙂

Comment by Laura

I like the sling of emotions between mother earth and earthly mother. You very well expressed a thoughtful story in three sentences! Thanks for stopping by my blog and sharing a thought

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