My Cardboard Balcony

Stop It, Time! by Belinda Roddie Why is it already midnight? Why is it already midnight?!

Magnificent by Belinda Roddie Perfection is rare, but I have my ways of finding it. For one, the radiant smile of my wife, all pearl and sapphire, ruby silhouettes left on my cheeks from her warm caresses. For another, a hot cup of peppermint chocolate tea as the rain lashes its angry tongue at the even pettier wind with fidgeting fingers. And for another, the sleeping void loaf that is my cat on the sectional as I navigate another existential crisis with nerdy friends. But now, I have discovered the next Holy Grail, for there are many: And I just want to go up to a rottweiler lab mix and hug and squish its precious face.

Moniker by Belinda Roddie Sometimes, you have to change things up - even your name.

Personal Stylist by Belinda Roddie She snipped the stranded strands of my faded silver hair with her tiny rose gold scissors and the sliding metal sound sent a chill like a locomotive rolling, rickety, down my spine. I hadn't gotten a haircut from anyone else in well over fifteen years, which made sense, given that no one else would sneak soft kisses on the nape of my neck at a professional salon.

And A Fire Blazes by Belinda Roddie Take me to a warm tavern where the mead's good.

Mario The Socialist by Belinda Roddie I knew we could count on that goofy Italian plumber!

This Was Supposed To Be Fun by Belinda Roddie This was supposed to be fun. This was supposed to be fun. This was supposed to be fun. This was supposed to be fun. This was supposed to be fun. This was supposed to be fun. This was supposed to be fun this was supposed to be fun t is was su osed to e fun t s w s s ose t e f n t w o e t e f n w o e e f n w o e f w o e