This morning I noticed several stones had fallen out of favor with a well-built wall whose fortification bound the breadth of the rolling hillside.
Perhaps the sunder rocks were withering masonry misfits that got pushed aside by the special strength of resplendent sunbeams.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
The yellow and brown flowered comforter on the queen bed closely matched the drawn drapes at the open window next to a single reclining chair.
Straight line shadows on a plain painted wall scream silently from the spot where only yesterday bad motel art secreted an exquisite sixteenth century frame.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
The weather-beaten iron barrier, bordering a cobblestone framework at the rim of the road, was primarily placed as protection for the flourishing life within.
However, the prospering pink congregation continued to grow vivaciously and soon flounced into the unsafe space beyond bars and blossom.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
The long counter, where the children sat, was strewn with strawberry jam, powdered sugar, chocolate and an untouched single stack of napkins.
As each silver stool swiveled beneath them, it was obvious the kids were the quiet ones in an otherwise clamorous and caffeine fueled coffee shop.
Written by Edward Roads
It is fascinating yet disheartening that suppressed vitriol surfaces during festive events with nonthinking disgruntled relatives.
Unintended arrows housed in the family quiver stand poison poised awaiting a catalyst to ignite an inevitable launch that cannot be aborted.
(I awoke from this dream and jotted it down)
Written by Edward Roads
Conversations, reflections and whispers gently echo in the air that surrounds a simple bench sitting within the placid bounty of nature’s tranquility.
Subsequent souls will find lasting gratification by opening their hearts to the ethereal serenity of this abundant area hosted by a single seat.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
On a pleasantly warm and sun soaked summer afternoon they gathered together to celebrate as one.
The occasion wasn’t simply acknowledging this moment, but rather the enduring legacy of love and compassion that was respectfully marked by each lit candle.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
Inside the rusted fences of Camp Woebegone, a forgotten but still functional trailer awaits discovery amidst a neglected landscape.
Enduringly, the once indispensable transport now rests with optimistic red eyes focused upon a future auspicious day.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
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
The smiling tan man with a sweaty forehead and swinging arms sped by me once again this morning.
He appears to be zealously exercising but his resolve remains unclear because he always wears boot cut jeans and penny loafers.
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
Outside the door along the crowded sidewalk, brisk and lively chatter from prospective patrons spun the anticipation to an undeniable palpability.
Inside the shiny new diner, an accommodating staff artfully filled the bellies of sprightly guests with a bounty of savory merriment.
Written by Edward Roads
I managed to hit the back wall and get a small cut above my left eye which bled onto the concrete floor.
Then, bleeding in the darkness, I heard the door at the top of the stairs slam shut!
(Continued from Mytwosentences 36)
Written by Edward Roads
I watched two dawdling morning birds, one humming about and the other lagging behind.
On the soil, the undaunted worm maneuvered without fear because it was nearly noon.
Written by Edward Roads
Three affable elderly couples were sitting around an outdoor lunch table engaged in terrifically effervescent conversation…
…if only the love of life frolicking al fresco could be captured and given to generations who lose their verve along the way.
Written by Edward Roads
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