The dear old woman had yellow flowers on her apron, droopy nylons and hands that felt like tissue paper.
Holding her cane while she got a better grip on the melting coconut ice cream cone put a smile on my face I won’t soon forget.
Written by Edward Roads
The banal little boy with too many toys came home each day to throw another away that didn’t define who he would be.
Eventually, the vacant man without a plan placed his favorite in the yard to stare at the sky and carry out the searching for him.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
Written by Edward Roads
I was walking around enjoying the fresh morning air when I unexpectedly began thinking about the perpetual breathing service trees provide.
I couldn’t help but wonder if in some unassuming way they were continuously watching the world with a naturally growing sense of resentment.
(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
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
Throughout the night enthusiastic elements danced and mingled with one another at a condensed version of a particular lawn party.
Near the end of the evening, participating guests bonded together to assemble a commemorative canopy which put crystallized fruition on display.
(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
The abundant sunshine which nourishes the soul on a lazy summer afternoon is warmly welcomed by a standing ovation from the flower box.
The well dressed attendees are thankful to receive a much needed cold drink and display their appreciation with a standing ovation from the flower box.
(Photo: Edward Roads… notice what looks like a face looking out the window).
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 saw yellow and green, then darker yellow and blue.
The walk was plain and uneventful until I saw your two beautiful smiles.
(Photo: Edward Roads)
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
Enjoying a relaxing Sunday with my head buried in the rustic medium know as the newspaper.
Electronically speaking this information source is approaching obsolescence, but physically it’s like discovering an excellent comfort food restaurant.
Written by Edward Roads
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