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Tag: television

  • daylight come and me wanna go home

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    T.M. Camp
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    Sitting alone in the couch tonight, I slowly realize that I can hear someone singing.  Somewhere in the house, a man is singing. It has a muted quality, as though it is coming from very far away. I stand for a moment and listen.  I recognize it. The clear voice, the calypso intonation is unmistakeable.…

  • beginning of the end

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    T.M. Camp
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    …and my wife’s face contorts in pain, her brow furrowed. I ask her what’s wrong but, before she can answer, a wave of distortion ripples through the air like a mirage. “Something’s happened.” I look out the window and see a mushroom cloud rising in the distance. The television fills in the rest of the…

  • the right to bear arms

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    T.M. Camp
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    …I’m stunned to see the President of the United States at the door. He bustles in before I can get my head around his sudden appearance. He is alone and clearly in peril. He slams the door and locks it behind him, thanking me for letting him in. It is strange to see him scared,…

  • again

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    T.M. Camp
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    The voices again tonight. No music this time, no men. One or two women, I can’t quite be sure. Possibly a child. I told my wife about the voices a few days ago. She could tell tonight that I was hearing them again. And, of course, she cannot. We keep a fan going at night,…