“Sir, I am almost finished with the chapter on indigenous life and the confiscation of their land.”
“Johnson, are you mad? We will not speak of such things! Throw it out, now!”
“But, but isn’t it a part of American history?”
“My boy, we make textbooks for the children. Children do not need to learn about that.”
“But, but aren’t we erasing history?”
“History is what we make of it. Now, I have an idea: let’s make a rhyme about Columbus. What rhymes with 1492?
“Ocean blue?”
“Perfect!”
In response to Masters of Writing Flash Fiction
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Muted Mouthful 
Painfully true. History is determined by the winners.
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You were there, in that room,
Where rhymes were penned
truth buried in the gloom.
A fly on the wall of mystery
Listening to the alteration
Of each persons history.
You were there.
Love your flash! Thank you.
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Thank you! Did you write this? It was lovely.
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Yes sometimes I feel the need to leave a piece if me. I hope you didn’t mind.
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Of course not! You are very talented 😊
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Thank you I shall come again 😇
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soooo sweet dr ❤
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Thank you!
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🙂
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This is excellent!
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Thank you so much ☺!
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