My Cardboard Balcony

Six Fifty-One by Belinda Roddie There's a rip in the sky where the clouds split open like a dinosaur's eye in a cinematic sunset. The traffic's slowing down, but the lights are green, and I don't remember where I live, but I know where to find a drink.

Hannah owned twelve baseball caps, six pairs of boys cargo pants, at least two dozen T-shirts with all sorts of band logos on them (bands that she listened to, of course), and approximately ten pairs of converse sneakers. She used the word "approximately" for said sneakers because one of those pairs - her favorite pair, to boot, bright blue in color with rainbow laces - had massive holes in the bottoms of both soles and were hardly worn these days, especially not during rainy weather.