My Cardboard Balcony

My Foot's Asleep by Belinda Roddie It's resting, unlike me - and easily having better dreams than I could hope for. I want to shake it out of its daze and make it weep for another half hour. If only it understood that the pins and needles have done their work on it, and now it will barely be able to see the world through blurred and disoriented glasses.

Several days later, I finally saw a new prompt emerge from the void. It was a simple prompt - a singular word, in fact. At last, the burden of the drought was over, and I was ready to slake my thirst. I scrambled to my keyboard and let me fingers perform their dance. When it was over, I returned to the rankings, and there I was - still in third place. "One day," I told myself, "I will be the OneWord Champion."