Jacob C Sadler
Stories (4/0)
The True Cost of Working Minimum Wage
As an hourly worker, I recently decided to do my some math. If I use the living wage of fifteen dollars an hour as a benchmark, how many hours of work are my household items and trinkets worth? How many days? What is the true value of a possession when measured, not in dollars, but in time? After answering these questions, I represented a year of bills as days worked. The results were both surprising and saddening.
By Jacob C Sadler3 years ago in Journal
Roman Folly
Roman put down his pipe. He staggered to his feet and stared at the hazy room. He did not remember moving the couch against the window. Nor did he remember an incense holder perched precipitously on the window sill. "You have to cut back," Roman told himself. As he stared at his unfamiliar living room, it was clear he had been having too good of a time.
By Jacob C Sadler3 years ago in Fiction
Reflected
Elijah’s eyesight was not as good as it had been before his growth spurt. He assumed that was because of his constant hunger. Still, he could make out shapes well enough. And he could hear. The neighborhood kids, those mean bullies, were playing in the street. Elijah skulked away from the glass, hoping the snatchers would take them away, too.
By Jacob C Sadler3 years ago in Fiction