While strangely stretching clouds continued to fold upward, Preston started a nondeliberate step toward the massive chipped red door of his newly acquired house.
As his shadow began to draw long on the brittle of his parched lawn, a second undefinable sound, seemingly from the backyard this time, widened his splintered eyes.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 149)
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Mytwosentences 
You are creeping towards a story!
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I certainly am quiall. Thank You so much.
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Great imagery!
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Thank You so much. I really appreciate it.
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My pleasure!
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Love it. Have you ever considered writing a book? Your sentences are so descriptive and compel me to want more. Enjoy the weekend.
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You kindness knows no bounds Dr. Mary. Thank You so very much.
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Let me know when you publish your book! 🙂
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oooh. What WAS that sound?
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You make me fall in love with adverbs.
Always a pleasure to read your work – but as a visual artist, the photos sweep me into them.
And, I enjoy browsing your photos so much!
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I appreciate that Lynda. Thank You so very much.
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