Mytwosentences 161 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

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Preston released the tight grip he had on the key and let it fall to the bottom of his left hand pocket.

He took in a deep breath, puffed out his cheeks like a blowfish and blew out a long current of audible air before deciding it was time to turn around.

(Continued from Mytwosentences 160)

(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads

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Mytwosentences 159 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

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As he gathered himself, Preston wasn’t sure if his shakey hand was a result of the blurry shape closing the distance or simply something else.

He continued to look directly at the solid unlocked door, even as his nosey neighbor was now only feet away wearing suspender-held cargo shorts and a smelly t-shirt.

(Continued from Mytwosentences 158)

(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads