Mytwosentences 233

There was a time, not that long ago, when a woman named Claire and her partner Will rented the small space in front of their modest, well located home to the pumped up of Fourth of July crazies who weren’t sober or quiet, but were always decked out in red, white and blue.

From the stale bed of Shillsdale Nursing Home, Claire thought about Will’s unforgettable crooked smile, his insistence on being polite to the kids, and the way he always danced when he wore that stupid top hat.

Written by Edward Roads

Photo by Edward Roads

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