My Cardboard Balcony

Indigo by Belinda Roddie It was her suit on her wedding day, the painted roses in her hair. It was the new comforter for their bed and the new cushions on their chairs. It was the sky during their honeymoon among the trees and under the stars. At least, they were among a chorus of something other than steel blue cars.

Twenty Hours Later by Belinda Roddie I'm in Michigan. I'm tired. More driving tomorrow. Oh, boy.