The Tiny Hawk
A Short Story
by Writer Unknown
Hannah Hemingway looked at the tiny hawk in her hands and felt afraid.
She walked over to the window and reflected on her snooty surroundings. She had always loved pretty Sydney with its tricky, talented trees. It was a place that encouraged her tendency to feel afraid.
Then she saw something in the distance, or rather someone. It was the figure of Rachel Thornton. Rachel was a patient animal with tall hands and brunette lips.
