When I was young, others spat names at me. Their insults struck like rubber bullets aimed at a Grizzly bear or unruly crowd. Ma said their hatred was just fear, that I was too strong for them, but the words still stung.

In sixth grade, our class went to the theater to see a space pirate movie. They laughed as I fished an empty cup and tub from the trash. I carried them to the concession, straight-faced, and asked for my free refills. Everyone wanted to be my friend.

That day, I renamed myself Monreal Dorb, the popcorn thief.

This story was written as a response to the Carrot Ranch Literary Community’s weekly 99-word challenge:

July 9, 2020, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story that includes that answers the question, who is Monreal Dorb. You can imagine the life of this fictitious person in any era or circumstance. Is there cause and effect at play? Go where the prompt leads!