My Mom Said It Was Just A Toy When My Brother Ruined My Research Computer Before Graduation

architecture seminar, still carrying the quiet satisfaction of a good class, my mind turning over the details of a project I had been refining for weeks. I pushed open the door to my off-campus apartment, and the first thing that hit me was the smell.

Burning plastic, sharp and chemical, mixed with the sickening sweetness of citrus soda. My stomach continue reading …