Robin Hawke

April 9, 2012, 9:48 AM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

Charity served rhythm. Between a creek’s babble and an insect’s hum, she found a spark of muse. Slow rhythms penetrated; frenetic beats countered.

I’m hoping to get back to writing. I work in silence to follow the rhythm of my thoughts without distraction. First, though, my patriotic duty to taxes, and then!

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A nice dual 3-sentence post. 🙂 Charity has a more entertaining day than yours, alas!

Comment by jmmcdowell

Taxes take me longer than they should: because I listen to the muse when I should be doing paperwork, the bane of self-employment. There is payment due for days of rhythm.

Comment by Robin Hawke

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