My Cardboard Balcony

Fwiendship by Belinda Roddie Like two dinosaurs with tiny arms helping each other carry the load on a hot prehistoric canvas, and the carcasses they hoist make a fine fancy feast with freshly pressed wine shared over gossip and girl stories. What a lovely fwiendship day.

He weathered down the wind a bit, let it bounce along the vane and rooftop. He tipped his hat back to catch some rainbow mist upon his bushy forehead. The excess hairs caught neon rain and stained his battered face a carnival, the merry-go-around lighting around the grassy perimeters. Where the grass grew and fed the smiling cattle, and the horses whinnied in languages of romance. This was a storm to be dealt with. He had dealt with it too much for.