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 Fourth of July crazies who were never sober or quiet, but always decked out in red, white and blue.
From the stale bed of Shillsdale Nursing Home, Claire continued to think 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
Mytwosentences 
So glad you are back. I loved the image of the stale bed in the nursing home which always seem to have some medicinal odor. Dancing with that top hat is another image I loved. It obviously conjured up former days of dancing to the music! Great and drop on by again. Enjoy the week with your two sentences.
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I am intrigued with your blog subtitle: “fitted” storytelling. Why “fitted?” Because you fit your story into two sentences? Happy writing.
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Wow! I sure did miss reading g your stuff
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