Robin Hawke


Neighbors
March 24, 2012, 10:07 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The neighbor’s dog yapped. Unconcerned, the black dog climbed the picnic table to sit in the sun. Furballs caught the breeze, tumbleweeds of indignity.

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I really like the tumbleweeds of indignity!

Comment by Kirsten

I second the “tumbleweeds of indignity” comment.

Comment by Rilla Z




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