Needing to make my way about the basement, I attempted to suppress escalating fear but that noise was constantly grinding away within me.
Although it lasted only a couple of seconds, the clatter sounded a little too much like a stubborn tree trunk being forced into a hungry wood chipper.
(Continued from Mytwosentences 42)
Written by Edward Roads
I recently attended a luncheon for the invisible at an undisclosed location in a quiet part of town.
Conversation was virtually nonexistent save for the snail whose glance spoke with a slow but deliberate food for thought ideal.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
After the rain, puddles that collect on the side of the road are strewn with residual stares from passersby.
Discarded thoughts float in those shallow baths for birds until evaporation can dismiss them away.
Written by Edward Roads
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