My Cardboard Balcony

She asked how the chicken was, and I didn't want to lie to her face, but the dish was so bland that I felt as if telling her that would be adding insult to injury. I put down my fork and excused myself to the kitchen, where I grabbed a bottle of beer from the fridge and drank half of it in just a couple of gulps. The cheap ale had a lot more flavor than the actual entree I had been offered that evening.

by Belinda Roddie Moonlight grazed her cheek as she looked up at me. She was so small compared to everyone else I had known. She was not delicate, nor meek, no. But she was small, her head only reaching my navel as her hands rested naturally against my hips. "You're beautiful," she whispered to me. I smiled. "You're not the first to tell me that." Kiss led to kiss as we sat by the window, the night stars peppering our hair with faint, scattered light. When the morning finally arrived, I felt her thin frame curl perfectly against mine. We were a sculptor's dream against the sheets, white marble and black stone. The keys of a piano. A marvelous blend of color, shape, and form. This week's prompt was provided by Arden Kilzer.

No update on the OneWord website this fine Saturday. Oh, well!

Got to see my fiancée in a leading role in a murder mystery play. That was a lot of fun. Made me think about drama again and, I don't know, actually following up with my desires to write another play. ...Yeah, that's it. G'night.

Ennui by Belinda Roddie I wished for eternal youth. Bad call. I'm bored now.

"How old is that piano now?" Paul asked. Edith smiled and shook her head. "I'm not sure by now," she replied. "Sixty years? Seventy? My father played it for me all the time. When the storms got bad, it was the sound of his improvised sonatas in minor keys that helped me ignore the lightning and thunder." She stood up to get another cookie from the table, then fetched the kettle for Paul. Paul, however, wasn't interested in drinking any more tea. He was more interested in the conversation.

I Craved Two Things by Belinda Roddie I craved two things: Beer, and a pair of boobs for me to use as pillows for my poor, exhausted head. I went down to the store to get the first thing, snagging a six pack of amber ale and bringing it to the counter. Upon seeing the buxom girl running the register, my knees grew weak. I handed her a twenty and asked, "So, what time are you getting off work?" she smiled and replied, "wouldn't you like to know." I insisted: "You don't have plans, do you? I can show you a good time." "As a matter of fact," she answered, "I have a special beer date with someone - my voluptuous gal!"