There’s a wall on the edge of town, two blocks from my driveway. It’s fifteen feet tall and made of welded steel. You can climb over it if you try hard enough, but no one ever does. I drive my son by it on the way to kindergarten.
“What’s on the other side of the wall?” We’ve been making this trip for months and this is the first time he’s asked.
“People,” I say, “Who don’t support the way we live –”
“Are we in time out?” he says.
“No,” I say. “We built the wall.”
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Title by: Ben
Story by: Nick
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