Mytwosentences 167 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

(Continued from Mytwosentences 162)

Preston moved mummy-like, shock was turning his already sketchy palate to a slightly chewy dust, toward the vacant spot where unmet Mick wasn’t.

As he knelt near the lush green of his missing next door neighbor’s perfectly manicured lawn, another sound, what was this three or four now, boomed from his yet unseen backyard.

Written by Edward Roads

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