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
Mytwosentences 
So much descriptive mystery in your posts. They are much appreciated. Happy writing to you! ^__^
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You are very kind. Thank You Dr. Mary.
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You as well, my friend. ^__^
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I am curious to hear your reaction to my poem this week which is a new format for me. A blitz poem and a challenge from a fellow blogger. Hope all is well.
https://drniemczura.wordpress.com/2017/03/24/fast-as-lightning/
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Gosh Edward! you’ve taken to book writing? 😉 3 chapters already
Nx
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HaHa! Thank You so much for your kind words Niki.
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