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
Mytwosentences 
Welcome back Edward!!
Although enjoyable reading…enough with the literature foreplay…please write the book of Preston.
Write on Edward 😃
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Thank You for your thoughtful words Nelly. I greatly appreciate it.
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I am intrigued. Welcome back, looking forward to more on Preston and his new house.
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I really appreciate that. Thank You so very much.
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🙂 great!
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You are very kind. Thank You.
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Bravo! Keep it going. I wish I could visit more often.
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It is comments like this that give me the incentive. Thank You so much for your terrifically kind words.
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I have missed your pithy sentences, Edward. Hope you provide us with more. Love your blog.
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Thank you. Muchly.
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Hope to see your return soon. ^__^
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