This is a short story I wrote over the weekend. It’s about acceptance. Enjoy.
She came at me, the opposite of apposite, both us not knowing any better. “Get out of here, you Chinese Buffalo,” she screamed. It was a school day, recess in fact, 3rd grade, and I was already doing dances with wolves before the movie came out. Again, my only suspicion was that she didn’t know any better, nor did I know how to take the comment. Sure I was different – but being different …























