My Cardboard Balcony

A Sailboat Sank by Belinda Roddie A sailboat sank along the bay, and one girl jumped in to save a young woman from the churning green waves, as the latter could not swim. The girl was a mere seventeen years old, and already a local star, a hero. I wondered if she could stand the pressure and coverage. Turns out, she did just fine, and she and the woman were good friends after the fact. One day, I saw them kissing on another sailboat, as the San Francisco skyline lit up with a friendly sun. I joked, "That'd be a new chapter for the media. Still, I'm glad to see that saved and savior's love ain't bad."

"I wouldn't call it artwork." "Then what would you call it?" "I don't know." She sipped greedily from her wine glass. "Splatters. Muddy smears. But art? No." "Sarah," I chided. "Artwork is subjective. What you see as muddy smears, another may see as a different image." "Well, they're wrong." "Or they see it differently." Sarah sneered. "Or they're stupid." "Or you're a brat," I unexpectedly retorted.