When I pressed my glowering face against the cold window to get better focus, cheek and glass vibrated in consonance as resonating rumbles of thunder rolled low across a threatening sky.
Inside my muddled mind, a bone-dry sugarcane field burned and fusty senses turned tourbillion as a flash punch cracked the glass and snapped me back to the cellar floor.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 123)
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
Great job
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Thank You Sandy. I appreciate it.
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Wow
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Thank You Nate. I appreciate it.
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Nicely done
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Thank You very much. I greatly appreciate it.
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🙂
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I could actually hear and feel the storm. You’ve done it again and sent me to the dictionary. Fine entry, Mr. Two Sentences. 🙂
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I really appreciate your thoughtful words Dr. Mary. Thank You very much.
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You are welcome. Quick question: from where do you get your inspiration to craft your sentences?
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I’ve completely made up everything I have written, although I can’t explain how the ideas initially form. I see something that speaks to me somehow, photograph it, and sooner or later I mentally process it.
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I love to hear about the creative thought processes of others and thank you for explaining what inspires you.
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Reblogged this on Crazy Pasta Child.
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You are very kind. Thank You so much.
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