Robin Hawke


January 2, 2013, 6:46 PM
Filed under: Three Sentence Stories

A remarkable woman convalesced. Mid-sentence, her breath left her body before her last thought formed. Poor dear lady, poor attendees, all robbed of a quotable moral.

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