flagged

Flagged

I crossed
out the
tiny flag
in the
upper left
corner of
the first
page of
a new
yellow pad &
triggered a
digital recording.


“Put down
the pen,”
it said.
“Place the
pad on
the seat
next to
you.


“Place your
hands on
the steering
wheel &
await further
instructions…”

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