Over the years she grew to be the doyen of the Tuesday night crochet crew, which helps explain the homegrown red roses that were promptly placed at the old wood fence when two prom kids failed to navigate the corner last June.
As three generations of family were en route to celebrate her ninety years, a worn but aware Mrs. Rothschild looked out a spotless kitchen window and lost breath at the new chain link fence that overnight had become a horrifying cliche.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
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Goosebumps. Great writing Edward!!
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Thank You so much Nelly. I honestly appreciate that.
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I love your posts and look forward to the next two sentences. They don’t always show up in my reader though, so I often have to catch up
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Thank You so much for your wonderfully kind words. I greatly appreciate it.
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