Robin Hawke


The Lovers
March 4, 2012, 6:18 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Seeking transcendence, they covered their heads with shrouds. Blinded, they felt their own warm breaths against their necks. Moments later, they eschewed Magritte’s image for vision.

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This one is good. Very good. D.

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