Robin Hawke

February 2, 2012, 4:22 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Now that we’ve gotten to know one another, I am allowed to touch his feet. He’s sensitive about the hairs that grow between his toes. Long, white, silky, they give him hairballs.


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Dear Robin,

One of your best, and oh so on the edge of things, too:)



Comment by dmmacilroy

Typo (corrected) and all. Thanks!

Comment by Robin Hawke

Aww…such a funny twist at the end.

Comment by Kirsten

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