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Tag: wind

  • a voice on the wind

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    T.M. Camp
    in

    Coming home late tonight, long after midnight… As I was walking up the driveway, a few stray flurries of snow in the air around me… I stopped. A voice, far off . . . one word, harsh and cold and drawn out breathless like the frigid night air. My name. Not my real name. The…

  • a tornado, two corpses, and a leather sofa

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    T.M. Camp
    in

    Inside the house, people are starting to panic. The sky outside is dark and green, the wind bending the trees to almost impossible angles. We can hear the sirens and, in a house this old, there is no safe place . . . every room has windows, the elderly frame flexes and creaks in the…