The sound of the violin was thin, reedy. Pathetic, really. It echoed off the marble floor of the lobby, a discordant note in the otherwise sterile atmosphere of OmniCorp headquarters. I saw the security guard, a guy named Hanson with a neck thicker than my thigh, approach the kid like he was a biohazard. The…
The words wouldn’t come. Not really. They snagged in my throat, twisted on my tongue, betrayed me with every breath. I wanted to ask for a cake, just a simple cake for Grandma’s birthday, but the sounds fractured before they left my mouth. My stutter, my constant companion, had decided to throw a party right…
The fluorescent lights of the lobby hummed, reflecting off the polished floor, but I barely noticed. My focus was entirely on keeping my hands steady as I filled out the application. ‘Security,’ it read at the top. Seemed simple enough. After 25 years in the service, keeping things secure was kind of my thing. But…
The linoleum floor felt cold against my knees as I scrambled to pick up the shattered eggs. Each broken shell was a tiny mirror reflecting my own broken spirit. Twenty-four hours on my feet, two patients lost, and now this. Mrs. Van Derlyn, dripping in diamonds and disdain, stood over me like a queen surveying…
The grease under my fingernails felt like a brand as he stared. I knew I looked like I didn’t belong. My hoodie was old, probably stained with old pizza, and my hair… well, let’s just say coding all night doesn’t leave much time for personal grooming. But I wanted to see it. Touch it. Feel…
The stench. That’s what she called it. Said it would offend the delicate noses of the donors. Like I was some stray dog wandering into their precious charity auction. Me, volunteering. Me, trying to give back. But all she saw was the worn clothes, the unshaven face, the years etched onto my skin by a…
The teller line felt like a spotlight, every fluorescent bulb a judgment. Me, in my faded gray tracksuit, clutching a crumpled deposit slip. Behind me, a woman reeking of money and fur. I could feel her eyes drilling into my back. “Honestly,” she finally spat, loud enough for everyone to hear, “it’s always the low-class…
The porch was slick with beer and something vaguely… chunky. I knelt, scrubbing harder than I needed to, the plastic bristles biting into the cheap outdoor carpet. Every swipe was a fresh wave of humiliation. “Hey, Einstein! Missed a spot!” Chad, or Brad, or whatever the hell his name was, pointed with a red plastic…
The clicking started as soon as we sat down. Not loud, not really, but persistent. Leo does that when he’s nervous, or excited, or… well, just about any time, really. It’s like a little engine inside him, always idling. Most people don’t notice, or if they do, they don’t care. But some people… some people…
The velvet rope felt like a noose tightening around my throat. Each flash of a camera was a spotlight burning into the uneven landscape of my scars. I could hear her words echoing in my head, each syllable a fresh ember: ‘This isn’t a circus. Your deformity will scare the sponsors. Go hide in a…
