The [Un]Popular Vote

by Jasper Sanchez

“Just so you know,” Mom informs me, serious as if she were telling me someone has died, “I expect you to vacuum all the glitter out of that rug.” It’d be easier to take her seriously if she didn’t have a chocolate milk mustache. “I’ll try, but I’m not sure how much good it will do. I think we might just have to accept this as our new reality. We’re glitter people now.”