Camera- Muddy

I raised my arm again — and heaved the old camera into the pond.
It made a big, thudding splash. Then it sank below the muddy surface instantly.
I stared at the pond for a few seconds. It didn’t float back up.
...
I was the first one in the kitchen. I started for the fridge to pull out the orange juice.
But I stopped halfway across the floor. And stared.
Stared at the evil camera, sitting by my place at the breakfast table.
The camera was dripping wet. The lens was covered in mud.
I wanted to scream. I wanted to heave the thing against the wall again and again. Jump up and down on it. Crush it with a hammer.
But I knew it was no use.
I left it in that house way across town. I tossed it into the pond.

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