My Cardboard Balcony

The Giant Wanted Freedom by Belinda Roddie The giant wanted freedom from the flesh, the flesh that forced him to grow still taller and taller, his hips swishing against the tips of the California redwoods. He had once been a boy of a mere five feet, and now he didn't mind that quite so much. The doctors could not do much for him now - his brain, his lungs, his heart. They would give out, unable to uphold the mightiest of skeletons, massive and hard as a mountain. Poor giant. How I wished I could grow to reach your heights so I could kiss your cheek without helicopters high in tow. Before you toppled, thought you'd like to know.

"You're going to make me choose?" "Um, yeah, dude," replied Oliver. "Deal with it." "Bro," I hissed, "you suck hardcore." "And you suck at bro-speak. Which is stupid, by the way. Now where do you want to go?" I squeezed the steering wheel like I was trying to compress it or mold it into gooey clay. I didn't know what restaurant appealed to me right now.