Pencil and Paper

by Dale Patterson

Revisionist history is crammed down her throat. Struggling to breath she signals for help. I rush to administer the Heimlich. Breathing again she thanks me and scans around the room to see who was watching. A local politician blows cherry-berry vape into the air. I search for a notepad, write the story of my life so it won’t be forgotten or altered.

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Dale Patterson writes what he sees in a state that is known as a drive though. Birds chirp in the trees, trains rumble on tracks and conservatives wave colorful banners at truckers bringing produce to Walmart.