They Kicked Our Survival Box, So We Built a Wall They Couldn’t Tear Down

soda and peanut butter crackers.

I slid them onto her table. She jumped, terrified.

“Machine gave me two,” I lied. “Doctor says no sugar for me.”

She looked at that soda like it was the Holy Grail. She ripped the tab and downed half of it in one breath.

Then, I reached into my pocket. I pulled out the box. I took two pristine, full pens and slid them across continue reading …