My Cardboard Balcony

In The Heart by Belinda Roddie In the heart of California, come swim in the sea. It pulses for you, and it pulses for me. Dip your heels into the salt and stick your tongue into the breeze, and once your sins are purged, come swim with me.

"Is something burning?" "Oh, shit!" Stefan bounded for the kitchen, his new sneakers slipping and sliding on the slightly less new wooden floor. His sister, Imani, laughed as she tossed another cloud of popcorn into her mouth. "This is why I should be the only one allowed to use the microwave," she declared between chews. "Because my dumbass brother can't seem to heat up pizza bites without causing a five-alarm disaster,: