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
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
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