Mytwosentences 162 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

The new home owner turned and extended his hand, but was only greeted with the tattered, unright air (of a god forsaken place) blowing in it’s own rhythm over an unfamiliar space.

The yet unmet next door neighbor had suddenly become nothing more than a crusty off-white handkerchief sitting without purpose on Preston Tapley’s thirsty front lawn.

(Continued from Mytwosentences 161)

(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads

11 thoughts on “Mytwosentences 162 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

  1. Welcome back Edward!!
    Although enjoyable reading…enough with the literature foreplay…please write the book of Preston.
    Write on Edward 😃

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