My Cardboard Balcony

Broken Key by Belinda Roddie there's nothing left to do but deadbolt your heart when the locksmith leaves you on read.

Ageless by Belinda Roddie According to my friends, my face hasn't changed since 1998.

Flawed Character by Belinda Roddie You may be an asshole, and you'd be intolerable to talk to in person, and I'd never take tea or mead or the blood of my enemies with you, but I still appreciate your presence in black on parchment, where your sneer radiates from the print, but it never becomes more than two-dimensional in its gleam or its venom.

Ye Olde Stormtrooper by Belinda Roddie The dark lord's soldier fired his crossbow. But he missed.

Sky Fingers by Belinda Roddie When I wore the blue cape, I controlled the stars.

Pneumonia Of The Brain by Belinda Roddie Lady Valerie Louis had simply vanished in the night. She had claimed her husband had pneumonia of the brain, but he was as spry as ever, and the usual lush. By the time a search party was created, she had been found outside Camden Villa, screaming about memory erasure. Poor fool. This week's prompt was provided by Patrick Braue.

Three Piece by Belinda Roddie Someone please tailor me a fancy suit with a skirt!