(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
Mytwosentences 
What’s next? I want to know.
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Thank You cynthiahm. I appreciate it.
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😄truly wonderful Nx
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Thank You Niki. I appreciate your kind words.
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“discombobulated” perfect use of this word. I had to stop and look st it twice you don’t see this word spelled out much. Another great piece 🤩🌟
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