Touching Story

The wealthiest man in Ohio died last Tuesday at 3:17 AM with exactly twelve dollars in his pocket. For six hours, his body lay on the cold linoleum floor of Northwood High, right next to the vending machine in Hallway B. The industrial floor buffer was still running, spinning in lonely, wild circles against a […]

The man in the three-thousand-dollar suit looked at my hands and asked if I was there to fix the air conditioning. My hands are thick. The knuckles are scarred from busted wrenches, and there’s a permanent line of grease under my fingernails that no amount of scrubbing can remove. I looked at his hands. They