Author: yoyakun

The word ‘trash’ echoed in my head long after I left his office. Dr. Harrison, tenured professor of Political Science, a man who held my academic future in his ink-stained hands, had used that word to describe my thesis. My *research.* I wasn’t some hotshot debate team kid, ready to argue every point. I grew…

The heat of the Westfield Mall food court always felt like a personal insult. Minimum wage plus commission never seemed to cover the psychic cost of breathing that sugary, greasy air eight hours a day. But today was different. Today, the heat wasn’t the problem. It was Mr. Harrison, our store manager, and the way…

The laughter still rings in my ears, a pack of hyenas cornering a wounded animal. That’s how they saw me, anyway. Just some crazy old coot trying to protect “their” land. They, of course, being the kind of guys who think money buys them everything, including the right to stomp all over nature. I remember…

The draft was brutal. It snaked under the thin hospital blanket, raising gooseflesh on my arms despite the fever that had me shivering. Every cough sent lances of pain through my chest, and the hallway lights, buzzing and flickering, seemed to mock my misery. “If you can’t pay, you don’t get service.” Her words echoed…

I saw the phone light up with Cassie’s name and knew I shouldn’t answer. I just knew it. Every time she called, it meant trouble, or drama, or some kind of mess I didn’t need. But it was Friday night, and I was bored, so I swiped right. “Dude, you are NOT going to believe…

The grease under my fingernails wouldn’t come out, no matter how hard I scrubbed. I knew I didn’t belong in this place the moment I walked in, but I had a gift certificate burning a hole in my pocket – a Christmas present from my daughter, bless her heart. “Can I help you, sir?” The…

I knew we shouldn’t have come to the park that day. Michael, bless his heart, gets so excited, and sometimes that excitement… well, it spills over. He flaps his hands when he’s happy, and his voice gets loud. Not intentionally, of course. It’s just… Michael. And I love him exactly as he is. But some…

The Bible landed with a wet slap, face down in the puddle. I squeezed my eyes shut, but the image burned behind my eyelids: my mother’s worn leather-bound Bible, the one she read to me every night before bed, now lying in the gutter like so much trash. Fifty dollars. That’s all I was short….

The click was so loud in my ears—or rather, where my ears used to hear clearly. Now, it was just a distorted mess of buzzing and muffled sounds. Bryce, the star quarterback, stood there grinning, the mangled remains of my hearing aids dangling from his hand. “Oops,” he said, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Guess…

The rain was blurring my vision, but I could still make out Mr. Thompson smirking behind the glass. “Expired goods,” he’d said, his voice dripping with disdain as he tossed the last of my belongings—my grandmother’s framed photo, my lucky coffee mug—into the downpour. I was eight months pregnant, and just like that, I was…