Robin Hawke

February 22, 2012, 6:54 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Our commute took us through the winding neighborhoods of rich Atlanta, past columns and white terraces, over hills remarkable for a Versailles of azaleas, and by the gracious facades of elegant living. Envy seeped through our veins with every view of manicured lawns. Jerks and throttles later, we exchanged our commute for one that didn’t flower discontent.


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A sensible decision I think! I occasionally experience this myself, so I can relate. Problem is you can’t always change your route if you rely on public transport, drivers tend to get annoyed if you ask them to deviate. Train drivers especially.

I like the three sentence story structure, I may have to try that myself.

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