My Cardboard Balcony

I Vomited Rainbows by Belinda Roddie I vomited rainbows and keeled over the railing of the balcony. I fell a couple feet before I hit the snow that had piled up the night before. The smell of something sweet clogged my nostrils as I recovered from my short descent. I thought I saw a unicorn cavorting by with its horn glittering like gold. "It's not real," I told myself. "None of this is real. It's just the pills I took." I slowly stood, only to hear a red car loudly squeal as it pulled alongside me. It was good, because my sister was driving, and she pulled my drugged ass to some sort of safety.

Samantha knew that the ring had no inherent value, but it had been a gift, and she wanted to keep it. She wore it on the middle finger of her right hand, since it was a little too big for her ring finger, and she loved how the cubic zirconia glittered despite its cheapness. She liked to give cat callers the bird and loved the sparkle she flashed along with the obscene gesture. After all, the little things in life were what really livened up her days.