My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie I was voted most likely to become an orca. I never did fulfill that yearbook dream, though. Though I did swim with a lot of dolphins and great white sharks. The reconstructive surgery didn't help much, either. Over two hundred thousand dollars down the drain. This year's reunion is going to be awkward. This week's prompt was provided by Daniel Bulone.

Why were the statues going white, and why was the rain cascading in sheets? I tried to find solace by the window, but the world outside had become nothing but glass. Blankets of water blurred the semblance of life that I stretched my mind to detect. Near me, my lover was asleep on the divan with wine pooling across her lap. Her curls lay in wet swaths around the warm nape of her neck. The statues would crumble in due time. The deluge was impending. We both would drown.