Robin Hawke

Work Clothes
March 31, 2012, 8:46 PM
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The box shuffled from the back bedroom to the den to the garage to the back porch. After a yard sale, the box of size 32/30 polyester pants went back to the attic. Ten years later, the box came down from the attic and its contents were dumped, though cleaned and pressed, into a black garbage bag.


March 30, 2012, 9:19 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The need to keep her grandfather’s memory alive meant she kept his dominoes and the hat with the small brim. An odd set of pick-up sticks went into the yard sale. When it didn’t sell, it joined the dominoes.

March 29, 2012, 9:22 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

“The largest franchise in the region—you are working for the best franchise in the South. We are holding you accountable for great work experiences. Help us serve the customers.”

Thank you to everyone who has put up with my five minute McBlogs.

Property Line
March 28, 2012, 9:59 PM
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They stood on each side of the chain link fence and gabbed. They pondered and gossiped and smiled. An observer wondered if they would be so comfortable talking over clipped hedges.

That first sentence is a mess, confusing. Feel free to rewrite it for me! I’m tired of fussing with computer commands. The speed of my thoughts and my writing is–for once–faster than the hourglass.

May 19, 1982
March 27, 2012, 9:54 PM
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The letters—keepers?—nestled between family pictures. When I read them I learned the weather was sunny yesterday, rainy that morning. A description of a haircut  provoked a giggle and a glance at the date.

A Lab Named Cane
March 26, 2012, 10:25 PM
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Two guys named a chicken joint after their dog. The chicken was good; the fries were not. The dog died; the business survived.

I had connectivity problems today. I like writing first thing in the morning, as close to waking as possible. It’s late in the day and my second trip to McDonald’s. Fries are on the brain-fried mind.

March 25, 2012, 4:12 PM
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Theirs, the gruel of tough times. A sprinkling of brown sugar and raisins rarely made it better. Or worse.