My Cardboard Balcony

I had never seen Amber's face turn such a shade of violet. It reminded me of when her daughter, Andrea, walked in with her hair streaked like the tail end of the rainbow. Like Roy G. Biv vomited onto her head, and the only color that wouldn't wash out was the purple. But boy, was Andrea happy. Fourteen years old, walking in with those torn jeans and black Pink Floyd T-shirt, sporting that hyper-colored hairdo like there was no tomorrow, and now her mom, two years later, was emanating that glorious hue.

by Belinda Roddie The house was sentient, but very stupid. Sure, it tried to be helpful, but I had had enough of hearing the garage door open every time I flushed the toilet. I was also tired of the rumbling "Sorry" from the roof when the doors would lock just behind me - of course, when I had forgotten my key. So I sold it to some old man named Ivan down the road and told him it was haunted. That'll make me giggle, at least, from my much more inanimate condo. This week's prompt was provided by Daniel Bulone.

Ceramics was Jermaine's craft. Glass blowing was Kathleen's. Both Tom and Sam worked with gems and precious stones, molding them into intricate strings and circles of color for the people of fashion to adorn themselves. Charlie and Linda enjoyed working with oil paints, and I was an up and coming welder.

I am in Philadelphia. I have reunited with my sister and her boyfriend. I have seen the Liberty Bell. Enough said. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

It's A Job by Belinda Roddie "I'm sick of resurrecting your dead!" groaned the reluctant necromancer.

No update on OneWord.com today. Happy Friday!

In Philadelphia by Belinda Roddie In Philadelphia, I eat cheesesteak and drink a chocolate martini. I doze until eleven - a well-deserved break from the real world. My sister knows that we have a lot more to do. We walk on the parkway - I get to see the work of Rodin, and over lunch, get to talk my twin's ear off. We avoid all the jerks on the road and have drinks in dapper dress, and I get to watch, fresh on DVD, a musical I missed. She is the best person to watch onstage. Her energy is contagious. This trip was worth the wait, without argument and without debate.