Flash Fiction: 1492

“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?”


In response to Masters of Writing Flash Fiction

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Author: MutedMouthful

Native New Yorker, amateur artist, sarcastic social worker, professional people watcher, and alliteration addict. Writing about mental health, introversion, social anxiety, and my imagination.

13 thoughts

  1. 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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