9.30.2008

I Was Raised

by Neil Crabtree
100 words

I was raised by machines that entertained me in exchange for my obedience. Put in front of a television, I surrendered free will for a chance to stare into the electric glow.

My parents disappeared into the shadows to either side. Their talking sometimes disturbed me as I watched my favorite shows. Eventually, they moved closer and closer to the glow. Then they became quiet too.

We stared nightly, bathed in radiation, awaiting instructions. We did what we were told, bought goods we saw displayed.

Family fighting stopped between us, since no one dared talk when the box was on.




Neil Crabtree's work has appeared in Verbsap and others. Links to his work can be found at his blog site, www.believablelies.blogspot.com

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