My Cardboard Balcony

Pay Cut by Belinda Roddie Couldn't get a haircuit after receiving a pay cut, so I took a razor to the back of my head. Needless to say, I hope the misshapen Q on my scalp becomes a trend.

We danced on the starlit balcony, pausing to take sips from coolers and wine boxes, the sour taste lingering far after the stinging, spicy sensation of the prior hors d'oeuvres. Elsewhere, they were playing charades and laughing too loudly and talking too quickly, so for us, it was peaceful to break away and waltz in the shower of the moon.