My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie "Why did you spread peanut butter with that?!" "All the knives are in the dishwasher." "Okay, but why did you spread it with that?!" "Because forks and spoons don't do a good enough job." "Yeah, but why did you spread it with THAT?!" "...You seem offended, Aaron." " That is fine silver!" "Looks dull as Hell to me." " I haven't polished it in five years!" "Not doing a good job taking care of stuff, then, are you?" " I inherited it from my grandmother!" "I'm sure she'll forgive you." " She's DEAD!" "...Oh." " HOW ELSE WOULD I HAVE INHERITED IT FROM HER?!" "Well, uh...she could've given it to you early!" "That's not how inheritance works, John." "Oh." "Yeah." "...I mean, we can always wash it off." ...

The plan was simple. It was, in essence, to surprise the enemy completely. No one on the opposing side would even humor the idea of a small, rag tag team of rebels toppling one of their core watchtowers. They were wrong in two ways: Number one, we weren't targeting their watchtowers - those were simply decorations in our eyes. And number two, we weren't a rag tag team. We were many, we were loud - and we had tanks.

So. There are decisions to be made. Things to write. Things to work on. Things to learn. I had fun with coworkers in the middle of the week, and next week I'll be in New York visiting my sister and her boyfriend (yaaaaaay!). ...Yeah, that's about it. No big introspection from me this week. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone.

Extra Chunky Horror by Belinda Roddie She stuck her face in the peanut butter and screamed.

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My Lover Played the Flute by Belinda Roddie My lover played the flute, all hum and trill, perched on a stool in the dark living room, her fingers dancing on each silver hill and valley, keys clicking as each sweet tune rose like a whistle on the Irish sea, a warbling and a bubbling from the foam, the soft and subtle lilts of melody that could tell stories and cause hearts to roam, and harmony caressing both my ears as I stood in the hallway, listening to my sweet love, her practice through the years on full display as she made the notes sing in the air, in the sky, and in the space, where I was sure magic was taking place.

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