The terminally sick farm boy, who was no more than five, impatiently prattled from a smushed back seat beset with nacho chip crumbs and a warm helping of afternoon orange/yellow sunsplash.
Without mouthing a single word, which in most circles would be considered perfectly normal, he blearily windowed the continuous zip of painted white road slashes and loosely held a hopeful grip on moist and falling apart animal crackers.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
If we’re lucky, we’ve all encountered a young boy who held such a hopeful grip on animal crackers. You’ve captured the image perfectly here, complete with heartbreak and hope.
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Thank You so very much for your wonderfully kind words Dee. I deeply appreciate it.
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Though our children are all grown with children, and some grandchildren, of their own I still remember those road trips with little ones and animal crackers. Still sweet memories! Thank you
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Thank You for such wonderful thoughts and memories. So wonderful.
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Many a summer trip was spent in the backseat of a car during which many games were played and dreams as well. Thanks for you lovely post.
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Thank You for your kind words Dr. Mary. I’m pleased this spoke to you in some way.
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It did, and it’s always a pleasure to read your pithy posts. Enjoy the weekend. ^__^
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That little boy, Edward. There are no words. …. Thank you for writing this.
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You are so very kind. Thank You, Thank You & Thank You.
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Hope all is well. I miss your posts. Happy blogging with your two cents, or two sentences. 🙂
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Thank You Dr. Mary. As always, I appreciate your thoughtfulness.
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My pleasure.
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