My Cardboard Balcony

I just got back from a crazy Giants game. Brexit happened. My head feels like a rock with anxiety grooves all over it. The world seems to be going completely insane. I'm just going to leave that all there. No deep introspection tonight. Not in the mood. Need sleep. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Traumatic Head Injury Psychic by Belinda Roddie After the concussion, I somehow could see into the future.

We sat on my grandmother's patio, just under the wooden awning so the sun couldn't quite reach our already sweating brows, and shared a can of cold beer between us. We were lucky to have brought a cooler of ice to the barbecue - once the power blew, there was no way we could utilize the refrigerator. So Donna and I took turns sipping, letting the bitter foam gloss over our dry, chapped lips before the carbonation settled into our stomachs like it had found a new home.

I Cocked My Head by Belinda Roddie I cocked my head as I surveyed the scene - a man with a broken arm in the aisle, dozens of broken bottles, and a sheen of white across the floor's brown and black tile. I reached for my phone, but it wasn't there. I remembered I had left it at home because its battery was low. The hair on my head bristled as the poor man groaned from the pain of his splintered bone. I found a way to maneuver, without slipping, to where he was huddled by the long rows of soda and beer. I made a rough sling out of my shirt and bound his limp elbow so it would stay stiff. "I do what I can," I said. "I'm a decent Samaritan."

No update on the OneWord website today. Oh, well!

In The Heart by Belinda Roddie In the heart of California, come swim in the sea. It pulses for you, and it pulses for me. Dip your heels into the salt and stick your tongue into the breeze, and once your sins are purged, come swim with me.

"Is something burning?" "Oh, shit!" Stefan bounded for the kitchen, his new sneakers slipping and sliding on the slightly less new wooden floor. His sister, Imani, laughed as she tossed another cloud of popcorn into her mouth. "This is why I should be the only one allowed to use the microwave," she declared between chews. "Because my dumbass brother can't seem to heat up pizza bites without causing a five-alarm disaster,: