Every morning, once the programmed coffee maker finished brewing, a middle-aged widow and her adored stepdaughter sat at the kitchen table to reflect on a lost love who left the precious gift of geminating inseparability.
After helping with the breakfast dishes, the doughty little girl ran outside to water her three favorite flowers while the novice homemaker fell against an empty sink clutching her anniversary pearls.
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Written by Edward Roads
The bald boy of five, dressed head to toe in a full Superman costume, had an unmistakable light in his baby blues that completely lit the carpeted elevator we were sharing with his obviously exhausted father.
As dad hyperventilated pure love through his perfectly matching Superman outfit, he looked into my tearing eyes with a heart-wrenching blend of unimaginable pride and utter helplessness.
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Written by Edward Roads
The delicate, settling petals of spring softly lit the burgeoning amphitheater like countless stars on a crystal clear night that assemble to stare at themselves in a virtual woodland mirror.
As their gladiatorial battleground serenely flourished near the furrows and flakey ridges of a cucumber tree, the snake and the mongoose graciously agreed to a mutually mollifying truce.
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Written by Edward Roads
In addition to suspenders his son gave him for Christmas, the potbellied single parent wore plain work pants, a faded flannel shirt and salt stained boots that had seen their last season.
For the final time this winter, he climbed down from Big Yellow with a well chewed cigar stub in his mouth and fondly looked at the sky that afforded him such an endearing smile.
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Written by Edward Roads
An air freshener-like smell of pine, from the abandoned mill across the street, continued to linger above what was now a simple shallow pond devoid of aspiring hockey players.
After several spirited weeks of perpetual ice, the boys with blades, as they were called, knew mother nature had finally put the kibosh on another season of camaraderie and kinetic kinship.
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Written by Edward Roads
Morning sunshine splashed across my face as I dawdled about the pelagic place where crowds bustled and weighty trade ships once docked.
The sway of this me and my shadow moment was magnified by the frothy freshness of salty sea air which instantly invigorated an otherwise ordinary nature of breathing.
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Written by Edward Roads
Two penniless families from under the overpass sipped cold tomato soup out of partially rusted cans that were discovered a day earlier by one of the shoeless children.
When the powerful food transport passed by, several ravenous kids ran after nothing more than the taunting and untouchable scent of fresh baked bread they would never taste.
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Written by Edward Roads
She wontedly wore a silk crimson scarf, plush fitted hat and a smile that invited anyone who saw it to say hi.
Nowadays she wears soft tattered slippers, ruminates in a rickety rocking chair and has groceries delivered every two weeks.
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Written by Edward Roads
Urgency ushers itself upon us when the choking embers of camplight give way to the disorienting, dilating dusk within the woodlands.
Faint echoes amidst this forested twilight imminently become the crunchy, gelid compression of nearby footsteps that taint the sterility of fresh fallen snow.
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Written by Edward Roads
She effectively navigated the snowfall by zealously spinning her spoked wheels with a careful compliance to common sense.
As the masses were crossly cursing every shovel full, she noticed how the sun seemed to surreptitiously slide out from behind an unrolling barrel of clouds.
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Written by Edward Roads
Each morning, after putting on an overly cumbersome and slightly itchy robe, the old man walked to the porch.
After several, wonderful generations, his comfortably worn chair sits in remembrance of a truly loyal man who never forgot the meaning of family.
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Written by Edward Roads
With tears pouring out of their eyes, three restless children huddle together on the living room sofa while blurrily witnessing an inevitable fruition.
Leaving a thickset trail of lifeless brown needles, the center of merriment was mercilessly dragged across the kitchen floor and deposited on a sunless sidewalk.
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Written by Edward Roads
Everyone of them flew in with no pretense and ultimately all unkind words were forgotten.
For the very first time, breakfast with serendipity opened our hearts to caring for something greater than ourselves.
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Written by Edward Roads
After frenetically completing a citywide bounty search, four brothers protectively parked their push transports in an off street lot for the disadvantaged.
Even though this year had been challenging for the family of four, they realized remaining close together would provide the best possibility of procuring a paddlewheel to their prosperity.
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Written by Edward Roads
Each year, at the back corner in the garage, he would carefully rummage through a tall and teetering stack of slightly compressed cardboard boxes searching for that special little Christmas display.
It was the first year without him, so an eternally grateful family found within themselves a rejuvenating sentimental bond which lit their undying tradition for the nonce and future generations.
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Written by Edward Roads
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