Thief - Hotel - Camera
He had always hated that camera anyway. He was glad it was gone. The Five Seasons hotel wasn't proving to be any help anyway. They said they couldn't do anything to cover lost valuables and their security footage was useless, at best.
So maybe he should just move on then? When he had gone to sleep, the Nikon had been sitting on the counter next to the TV as he went to sleep. When he woke up, it was gone. But the door wasn't broken into and hadn't been opened. He was sure of it.
That meant - it had to be the window. The thief must have entered through the window and taken only the camera. That's what didn't make sense. Who only takes a camera? Was the thief a photographer? Did he happen to know how un-valuable that camera that was? He had had it for 10 years and everytime he tried to use the flash, it would take at least 3 or 4 times before it would go off. This was very hard to explain to people he was trying to candidly take pictures of. "Please, can you just go back and not notice me? I was trying to take a picture. I swear, it'll work this time."
Maybe the thief had seen him taking pictures of the empty alcohol bottles next to the pool. Maybe the thief had thought he was doing something else and was suspicious and wanted the film taken out of the camera. Who knows? He didn't think he had been taking any pictures of any consequence, merely having "fun" with this instrument he had grown to loathe.
The short, squat hotel with it's two stories had made it easy for the thief to get in. It was just an easy hop from the gate that surrounded the premises to his balcony. Ironic that the thing trying to keep people out just made it easier to get in. And who would have guessed that the security cameras had been pointing towards the alley way, conveniently facing the external wall of a Chili's. Lots of wrong doers on that wall.
At least now he had an excuse to get a new camera. He was too cheap to ever replace something that wasn't broken or stolen and the camera had been walking the former line for quite a while. Good to know it had jumped off. He wanted to see where it would land...but oh well. Digital's are pretty cheap now a days, right?
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Wednesday, April 25, 2012
Sunday, April 22, 2012
Too Fond of Backstory
He couldn't remember if he had set his alarm or not. He couldn't remember if he had set the alarm to wake him up in the morning so that he wouldn't be late for work. He wondered what time is it was he groped for his alarm but seemed unable to find it. He reluctantly opened his eyes to a bright world and realized that it was about mid morning. But what he didn't realize was that had forgotten his name!
Twist!
He also had forgotten where he was or how he had gotten there! Did he have a job? What would it have been? Where would it be? What college did he attend? Did he even go to college? Who was this strange woman lying next to him? Who's apartment was this? Where was it? What was the mortgage? Where there leaks in the bathroom? Was the pool gate closed?
All these questions raced through his mind. He needed to know the answer. He dashed out of the room wearing nothing but a half pulled over Barenaked Ladies Band T and his gym shorts. His gym shorts! Maybe that would hold the clue to his identity! He stopped abruptly in the hall and looked down at his shorts.
"Prop of Lair of the Bear"
Was he a slave? Did he wake up in a world where the bears ran the world and issued out commands for their fortified lairs? How had they won? Was is a spontaneous mass take over or a gradual winning of public favor? Oh God these were dire times!
No. This was foolish. It must be a place, he thought. He dashed around the house, finding answers to questions he didn't know. A television he didn't recognize. An answering machine that he didn't know the password to. Two small sheep gently "baww"ing around his ankels, asking for milk politely.
"Marvin, what are you on about?" The woman spoke! She sleepily walked out of the room he came out, which he then surmised was the master bedroom.
"Who are you?"
"I am you!" and then he pulled off his mask he was darth vader all along.
Twist!
He also had forgotten where he was or how he had gotten there! Did he have a job? What would it have been? Where would it be? What college did he attend? Did he even go to college? Who was this strange woman lying next to him? Who's apartment was this? Where was it? What was the mortgage? Where there leaks in the bathroom? Was the pool gate closed?
All these questions raced through his mind. He needed to know the answer. He dashed out of the room wearing nothing but a half pulled over Barenaked Ladies Band T and his gym shorts. His gym shorts! Maybe that would hold the clue to his identity! He stopped abruptly in the hall and looked down at his shorts.
"Prop of Lair of the Bear"
Was he a slave? Did he wake up in a world where the bears ran the world and issued out commands for their fortified lairs? How had they won? Was is a spontaneous mass take over or a gradual winning of public favor? Oh God these were dire times!
No. This was foolish. It must be a place, he thought. He dashed around the house, finding answers to questions he didn't know. A television he didn't recognize. An answering machine that he didn't know the password to. Two small sheep gently "baww"ing around his ankels, asking for milk politely.
"Marvin, what are you on about?" The woman spoke! She sleepily walked out of the room he came out, which he then surmised was the master bedroom.
"Who are you?"
"I am you!" and then he pulled off his mask he was darth vader all along.
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