The Yoyo

“Sorry, you’re on your own.”

“Hmm… What’s that?” I said, looking up from the colorful brochure the relocation clerk just gave me.

“You’re on your own.” He repeated, “They advise us to say that to all clients now, as a part of our cautionary policy. Once you go out that door and start the process, you’re on your own.”

A short story by Roni Goren Ben-Zvi