My Cardboard Balcony

by Belinda Roddie "I'm gonna get some more brownie bites," said my wife, as she began to head downstairs. "Fine," I replied. "I'll get myself some whiskey." "Okay." "Okay?" "Okay!" "Oooookay." "O kay!" " O-kay!" "Okay..." Then she started singing a song from the musical, Bat Boy. That's it. That's the story. Now go to bed. This week's prompt was provided by Arden Roddie...and the whole story was pretty much an exchange between the two of us minutes ago. Am I running out of ideas already?

I made it through my first week of teaching at my new school site! Interesting to work with both seniors and freshmen. Got some fun and great students - we'll see what happens when we get down to true business. Next Tuesday will be awesome - my novel is officially released then! I'll have links when they are ready and appropriate. Anyway, I'm tired. Sleep beckons. Tomorrow, I'm going to be a pro at doing absolutely nothing significant. Have a great night and a great weekend, everyone!

Orientation by Belinda Roddie The first week was pretty successful. Now for the plunge.

"Did you hear about the riots?" "What? 'Riots?'" "Yeah, man. Where they break windows and stuff." I shook my head. "No riots that I've seen," I remarked. "I know a large protest is underway in the next city over, but I don't think it's turned violent." "You're dumb, bro. Protests always turn violent." I sighed at my brother. "And you always turn into a moron when you open your mouth. But maybe that's permanent now."

Oh, Cinnamon by Belinda Roddie Oh, cinnamon, you please my palate so, whether it be for toast or luscious roll, or mixed into a cocktail that shall flow into my esophagus, my sweet soul thanks you for your flavor, for your respite in these dark, trying times. I savor you in tea and sprinkle you across delights to add some extra spice. Though I could do without you, my life is improved by your presence. While I recline beside my desk and bemoan my workload, I know that more of your spirit would please me. All the best to you, my spackled love, and now, I will add you to a martini I shall swill.