Robin Hawke


Hornet
April 21, 2012, 11:37 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

The hornet, drunk or stupefied, walked the rim of the rain barrel. I didn’t understand why it walked around and around: a peculiarity. I filled another bucket and left it to its circling.

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