Patty made some pretzels for three of her friends. They really didn’t like them. In truth, they’d never liked Patty’s pretzels in the 15 years they’d known her. But then Patty knew that. She’d always known that.
© Carl Burkitt 2019
This poem is part of a challenge for National Poetry Writing Month 2019 – a poem a day celebrating an interesting US national day.
