My Cardboard Balcony

Turrets by Belinda Roddie Baron Jeremiah's fortress was foreclosed and repossessed after he filed bankruptcy with the Royal Council, which had just approved the new recreational swimming pool for the populace in the village, all the while affording court entertainment where jesters made comparisons to greens and reds pouring down in matching rivulets to fill the wells for the townsfolk to drink.

"I'll make this brief - " "That's what you said last time." "Well, yes, but..." "And you took thirty minutes speaking last time." "I understand, but..." "All about Gustav Holst." There was a giggle resounding throughout the classroom. A rickety racket of tittering. The teacher was not amused. But the students certainly were. Very much so. By non-briefness.