My Cardboard Balcony

While Picking Blackberries by Belinda Roddie   While picking blackberries under a full moon, I spotted two welcoming lips, and two welcoming eyes. And the kiss kiss go go love love part of my brain flared up like the tailcoats of a Mars rocket shooting way up and the lights dimmed momentarily, but I could still see my reflection in the blues of your Please don't let go look.

There was a subtle spring to Freddy's step as he traversed the street where the library converged with the small park and playground. It was the playground with the enormous swing set, with an astonishing eight swings available. So Freddy could always use it, even when the day was at his busiest. And as he sang and giggled in glee as he soared into the air, eyes glittering, the people would stop and smile at him.