My Cardboard Balcony

The Creep Was Lingering by Belinda Roddie The creep was lingering right outside the door of my apartment, just waiting for me to step out, made up, cute dress and all. He had that smirk painted across his jowl, and it was so slimy it made me wince as I sidled past him, purse tight in hand. I headed toward my car, but not before he whistled loudly through the large gap in his teeth. I turned, ready to make a sharp remark, but already, my girlfriend was whirling out the door, cuffing the creep with a battered hand and slamming him against the railing. It gave him such a bad bruise that he took off without much time to lose.

"Nine million bottles of beer on the wall, nine million bottles of beeeeeeer..." " Shut up!" Hark screeched from the back of the van, slamming his shackled wrists repeatedly against the interior alloy. " Shut up, shut up, shut up ! " "Easy, big boy," grunted the sheriff, though he still nodded a silent "Shut your trap" to his deputy, who abashedly focused on his bottle of iced tea instead of singing as they whisked like a tumbleweed down the dirt road.