Two penniless families from under the overpass sipped cold tomato soup out of partially rusted cans that were discovered a day earlier by one of the shoeless children.
When the powerful food transport passed by, several ravenous kids ran after nothing more than the taunting and untouchable scent of fresh baked bread they would never taste.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
As snow silently sang outside, a consuming case of collywobbles curbed the escalating excitement of anxious surprise party attendees.
After successfully navigating tiresome roads laden with lousy conditions, the knackered guest of honor unsuspectingly toddled up to the fated front door.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
She wontedly wore a silk crimson scarf, plush fitted hat and a smile that invited anyone who saw it to say hi.
Nowadays she wears soft tattered slippers, ruminates in a rickety rocking chair and has groceries delivered every two weeks.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Familiar light from her ongoing baking lit the eyesome white landscape which held heightening hurdles of sastruga like distance markers to our destination.
While we trudged towards the inviting warmth of grandma’s house, an airy sweet aroma of scratch made ginger crinkle cookies cordially enveloped us.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
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