My Cardboard Balcony

Discourse In An Inferno by Belinda Roddie This civil conversation has only been upended by the multiple stab wounds and bullet holes in the holy temples The mosques and the synagogues pray for more than just more prayers, but you wholeheartedly believe that the worshippers will surely thank you for trying to "see both sides"

Frank is the only passenger on the bus. Frank never bought a ticket. He snuck on when the bus was full and the bus driver was on her smoke break (she forgot to shut the doors). Now he sits with his hands folded haphazardly in his lap. They are like fraying parachutes unable to carry him to safety. The bus driver drives slowly. Her eyes are rimmed with gray shadows. Frank can see the hue from the rearview mirror.