My Cardboard Balcony

Secrets by Belinda Roddie A lot of history is behind that door, the dreaded consequence of stifling past daydreams. Turn the knob, and you may be assaulted.

Elizabeth popped an olive in her mouth and chewed it slowly. Everything tasted oddly bitter today. Even the sweet wine that her aunt had gotten her for Christmas had a rather displeasing end flavor. She wasn't quite sure what was wrong, until she got into her swivel chair and instantly began seeing double when she opened up her laptop screen. Another attack, she thought to herself. Just close your eyes. It'll all be over soon.