Mytwosentences 169 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)

(Continued from Mytwosentences 168)

The walk toward the cab was slow, actually umbrella in the wind discombobulated, but Preston pressed on with eyes wide.

The clomp of his backward progress seemed similar to that of Frankenstein’s monster in a cool movie he watched only yesterday…then he saw the thing that would change his life.

Written by Edward Roads

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