Walls

February 11, 2012, 2:14 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The bed became an island that moved around the room four or five times a year. With marriage came furniture. The whims of change lulled.

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This says sooo much, amazing how you do that in a sentence or three.

Comment by Indigo Spider February 11, 2012 @ 5:43 PM

Thank you–I do like it when these 3 sentences work!

Comment by Robin Hawke February 21, 2012 @ 7:54 PM

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