Preston Tapley was a lonely nonpareil who not only strolled about without actually touching the ground, but also seemed to speak without opening his mouth.
The day he surreptitiously moved into the old Cummings house, a sad looking structure that had been abandoned in the middle of the night by the previous occupants eight years ago, his normally controlled emotions clearly got the better of him.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
hi there i love your idea and it is giving me inspiration. i did write before sorry for the repeat but comp glitch… curiosity do u like twitter i did now i am not sure anyway i thought i would ask 🙂 blessings oh great story on Preston ty.
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I really appreciate that Donna. Thank You so much.
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beautiful picture, you have a talent of finding right angle
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Thank You Alex. I greatly appreciate it.
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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Another great one – I so want to read more of this story beyond two sentences:-).
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Thank You very much Dawn. I deeply appreciate it.
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me too 🙂 Blessings
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haha poor old Preston 🙂
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Thank You Niki. I appreciate it.
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Preston was a spirit or an angel nonpareil?
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It will unfold before your eyes. Thank You.
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I await the unfolding before my eyes. You are welcome.
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