Vidiot #AtoZChallenge (Part 2)

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Vidiot – an habitual watcher of TV or videotapes

He wouldn’t get with the times. He wouldn’t change. He carried on as he always had done. Outside, he went with his heavy bag, he found places to set up his camera and he recorded what he found. he changed the batteries and tapes as needed.

He watched people going by, listened to their conversations, he filmed animals, houses, trees, trains, planes whatever he fancied that day. He kept history in the making and felt pleased to do so. He recorded newspapers and magazines, TV and movies.

In the winter or when the other was bad, he stayed at home and clipped together his own ‘movies’. It was easy he found to mix up his video recordings with other things and he enjoyed doing something more creative.

Video though was old tech. Digital had moved in and come to stay. He refused to convert, to be moved by this new mystery. No, the old ways were the best. Old things lasted longer and they always became in fashion again. He just had to wait.

He carried on recording, getting in trouble with people and police. Teenagers spit at him, woman slapped him and children ran into him. The old people who had grown up with him and whom he now was one of, said he was harmless. He had always been there with his camera and stuff, filming to preserve history.

Once people had enjoyed being recorded and had come to him to ask him to film them. It had been like a novelty, a bit of fun but now there were places were he dare not go.

Schools were on his black list as well as through windows and direct shots at people. Playgrounds were no go and he could only film in parks if he was far away from people and focused on animals. He thought it was shame to be missing bits of the world but what could he do?

He was tried of angry people and of being told off. He just wanted to be left alone to do his job in peace. His only escape was inside his house, behind curtain windows and locked doors. There he could create a world he wanted and watch over what he had recorded.

He found a truth in the flickering imagines on the TV. Friends in his stacks of videos. Comfort in the normal sounds of the world and knowledge he was doing a good job.

This was his museum, his art left to the world.

 

(Inspired by; http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com)

Vidiot #AtoZChallenge (Part 1)

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Vidiot – an habitual watcher of TV or videotapes

He liked to record things and watch them at night. It didn’t really matter what he set his camera upon; birds in the garden, cars travelling on the motorway, spying on his neighbours.

All day, he would go out and set his camera up in different places to record the goings on. People asked him what he was doing but he would yell at them to mind their own business then film them as they walked away. Sometime names like peeping-tom, pervert and creep. He didn’t care, he just ignored them or moved on.

When the police came, he would apologies, saw he was out bird watching or trainspotting. He didn’t know he’d left the camera on, etc. Sometimes they demanded the recording tape and he had no choice but to give it up. He’d do anything just to be left alone.

When he had recorded enough, he went home and transferred the recordings to tape and then watched it like a film. Often he fell asleep watching and woke up to the fuzz of a blank TV screen.

He would rewound the tape then write a label and stick it on. He had a store of tapes hidden in cupboards that were almost full. When he felt awake or had a short time outside, he would re watched one or two of these videos.

They were time capsules and he was there maker, keeping and watcher.

He couldn’t remember the single moment he had decided upon this task but a few events had come together. There had been the accidentally filming of the girl next door getting undress by her bedroom window when they had been teenagers. The car crash a few days later that he had capture and the police had used in their investigation. The rock concert a few weeks later and a month later, a cat killing a bird.

There had been something in all of these that had made him want to carry on capturing the world and preserving it.

He had stock piled, videos, cameras and equipment. When he saw something he wanted he brought it and stored it until needed. He created sets and got animals and people to come onto them without them knowing. He built a studio out of his house. He hung up blow up pictures of his favourite movie stills and gathered books on how to improve.

This was his life. He lived behind the lens of a camera, capturing all of the world like he was God watching over his creation. He was powerful, in control and happy.

Then DVDs’ and downloads arrived.

To Be Continued…

(Inspired by; http://www.a-to-zchallenge.com)

The Giant’s Pocket Watch #fridayfictoneers

PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast

The wooden back of a huge pocket watch had stood in the corner of the town’s park for hundreds of years. The origins of it had long been lost, but the myth was that the pocket watch had once belonged to a giant.

The giant Haldor was running late for the yearly Giants Together meeting. As he trod over a village, ignoring the fleeing of little people far below him, he drew out his pocket watch and checked the time. Seeing, he was going to be very late indeed, he hurriedly put the watch back into his pocket.

However, he missed and the watch hit the floor. Angrily, he bent to pick it up and swiped down two cottages as he did so. Hurrying on, he didn’t notice that his pocket watch had broken in the fall.

Years later, a shepherd lad was searching for a lost lamb when he came across the back of the pocket watch. He stared up in awe at the huge wooden circle then spotting his lamb nearby, he hurried to collect her. When he returned home, he told his father about what he had seen, for the lad was too young to remember the giant Haldor. His father clearly recalled the day though.

And that was how the myth of the giant’s pocket watch began.

 

(Inspired from a prompt from; https://rochellewisoff.com/2017/03/15/17-march-2017/ with thanks. PHOTO PROMPT © Jennifer Pendergast)

Post It Note #28

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She didn’t know what happened, but somehow she’d lost a day. She knew it had something to do when the clocks had gone back at one am because of the post it note in her hand which told her to change her watch. Other then that though, there was nothing else to tell her what had gone on, but somehow she just knew that instead of a hour gained, she had had lost twenty-four hours.

Bed

Even though she had a billion things to do, there was nothing like curling up in bed and watching the world go by.