Kindness

Mytwosentences 116

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After persevering a punishing winter, replete with nearly insurmountable challenges, the tatterdemalion survivors at long last heard the wrought wheels of a mighty locomotive locked in a screeching halt.
As the family of ravaged souls assembled trackside, a foison of food and necessities was distributed under the direction of a sympathetic engineer who had recently lost his sister to the inhumane horrors of hypothermia.
(This is a follow-up to Mytwosentences 101)
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Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 115

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Once a cotton gauze had been fastened with paper tape, the skittish little girl was given permission to pocket a sweet treat for her composed behavior during the daunting blood draw.
After thoroughly searching her jeans and jacket, a genuine smile of acceptance started to surface because fate had mysteriously mingled with the forthcoming results of her glucose test.
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Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 114

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While the spirit and spectacle of Halloween was lurking offshore like a rapidly rolling fog pausing at a quiet coastline, a seaward facing sunflower steadfastly sang.
The mellifluous voice of this glorious blossom continued in silent song, as an uneasy ambience began to parade its inevitable shade onto the stage.
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Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 112

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For far too long, she found herself subdued by the pungent stench of truculence simmering alongside countless seasonings within the broad bouillabaisse of society.
Despite the cynics seeing her billowing positivity as pure floccinaucinihilipilification, she had permanently removed the foul smell from her stagnant soul through a simple daily embrace of one thing wonderful.
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Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 111

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The close-knit family of seven, who congregate every Sunday for supper since his deployment last year, optimistically tell stories and share shoulders around a table set for eight.
Like a loud stereo suddenly unplugged, deafening silence befell the breathless room as unified smiling eyes observed a polished yellow taxi proudly delivering their distinguished hero.
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Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 110

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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

Mytwosentences 109

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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

Mytwosentences 108

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Beyond the shoal of a well traveled shoreline, past the protective breakwater, there is a not so noticeable locus of beauty where the berm of the beach abuts a backdrop of tender brush.
Eight subtle stems of civility quietly stretch within a carefully cultivated plot that was purposefully designed, without claim or conceit, by a sun-ravaged family man.
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Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 107

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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

Mytwosentences 106

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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

Mytwosentences 105

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Day after monotonous day, Old Man Winter relentlessly wielded his unyielding wand to summon a persistent hodgepodge of pitiless elemental ferocities.
He slowly descended the ascending stairs of spring seeking hibernation from the vernal thaumaturge who initiated efflorescence by bestowing her benevolence upon his wake.
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Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 104

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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

Mytwosentences 102

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The temper tantrum she threw was standard performance art for any nine year old that couldn’t convince her father on the importance of riding a new bike the second it was assembled.
Mother nature’s mounting malfeasance was soon forgotten when a doting dad asked his little girl to put on an apron and help him create the perfect gooey-cheese pizza for two.
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Written by Edward Roads

Mytwosentences 101

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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