Mytwosentences 156 (The Preston Tapley Chronicles)


While strangely stretching clouds continued to fold upward, Preston started a deliberate step toward the massive chipped red door of his newly acquired house.

As his shadow began to draw long on the brittle of his parched lawn, a second undefinable sound, seemingly from the backyard this time, widened his splintered eyes.

(Continued from Mytwosentences 149)

(Photo: Edward Roads)

Written by Edward Roads

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