From the day
Perspective: The Teenager · Tactile
I’m hunched over the kitchen table, my calloused thumb sliding against the slick, stubborn stickers of this Rubik’s Cube while my sister’s radio bleats out "Sailing" by Christopher Cross for the tenth time today. The smooth plastic squares click rhythmically, a sharp contrast to the itchy, stiff polyester of my new school polo that’s already clinging to me in the humid August heat. Between the soft synth chords, the news anchor is droning on about twenty billion dollars for nuclear fusion, though it sounds like some cheesy sci-fi flick I’d rather skip. I just need to solve this puzzle before my dad gets back from his "power lunch" so I can snag a few quarters for the Pac-Man machine down at the arcade.