My Cardboard Balcony

The Giant Lost by Belinda Roddie The giant lost at cards the other night against two dwarves, an elf, and an old witch with pointy hat and everything. He might not have done so hot, but he didn't bitch, just simply smiled. "I'd shake your hands," he said, "but I'm afraid my grip is just too strong, and I could crush both your arms and your head." He sat against the wall and took a long drink from his enormous flagon of ale, while the dwarves lit cigars and the elf slipped the deck of cards away. A distant wail of wind could be heard, and the old witch quipped, "That's my cue to leave." She hopped on her broom, cried, " 'Til next week!" and sailed out of the room.

Arvey straightened the bowtie beneath Barkelee's chin, unused to seeing him wear anything but tattered travelling tunics and breeches and boots with almost-holes in the soles. In fact, she was sure he was disoriented by her appearance as well. The golden gown did wonders for her lackluster figure, giving her curves she did not have and her hair a surprising sheen even in the dim light of the dressing room.