**Nothing Happened**
History is an excellent liar.
It edits.
It trims.
It replaces screams
with footnotes.
It files away names
inside forgotten boxes.
Then it closes the lid.
**Nothing happened.**
A bruise fades.
A witness dies.
A photograph burns.
A generation forgets.
Silence,
contrary to popular belief,
is not empty.
It is crowded.
**Nothing happened.**
A family skips one story
at every holiday.
A town renames a street.
A nation rewrites a chapter.
A child asks,
"What was here before?"
The adults clear their throats.
Someone changes the subject.
**Nothing happened.**
The strange thing about truth
is that it waits.
Patiently.
It doesn't beg to be believed.
It simply survives
until someone
is brave enough
to remember.
Then the silence cracks.
The dust rises.
The names return.
And the sentence
that protected everyone
protects no one.
**Nothing happened.**
About the Creator
Violet Hamilton
Harlem born. Author of Shark Weak. Wrote multiple Award-Winning Cast and Crew screenplay "What If" and "Trickster." Educated. World traveler. I now reside in Long Island, New York. I adore writing. It's the only time I get to play God.
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