My Cardboard Balcony

The Sammy Shadow Project by Belinda Roddie The Sammy Shadow Project was unveiled to the city council on Thursday night, as February wrapped around the palms of each person sitting in the pews, cold, listening to the deputy mayor's excited speech. The Project would include a return to a more Gothic sense of architecture, to recreate the old medieval vibes of the town's history. The new city hall would cast an ebon shade upon a carved out cathedral. The museums would be marble, houses dark, and stained glass painted with the silhouette of Sammy, who the town owed heavy debt.

The hungry salesman ate a taco shell full of rusty nails, sprinkled with the finest hot sauce in packets from the closest Mexican restaurant. As the tetanus set in, he propped his briefcase against his frozen knee, the convulsions ready to kick in like a side effect to the prescription. Last week it had been broken glass, but shredding his innards had become more laborious. He wished to pitch for the best death. It never came.