"Where are my wife and daughter?" asked Larry in a hoarse whisper.
"Pulease, Larry. They’re at home, tucked up in nice and warm in bed, I imagine. We’re not animals you know, despite the media’s portrayal of us."
"Let me help you get started. Larry Freeman, boring, dissatisfied little fart in a dead end job. 52 years old, never done anything, not going anywhere." He leant forward and peered at Larry’s face. "Fairly close to the mark, so far, wouldn’t you think."
Larry stayed silent but had to admit he wasn’t far wrong.
"But yesterday, Larry, tell Charles and I all about yesterday." He stood and began pacing slowly back and forth in front of him. "Yesterday, life got a lot more interesting didn’t it, Larry?"
Larry moved slightly in his chair to try and ease the throbbing in his arm but it only seemed to make it worse. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."
"So you weren’t at the Macaulay Road hover terminus yesterday morning? Oh, how awful Charles, we’ve made a mistake." He stopped pacing and stood addressing his colleague with his hands clasped behind his back. Charles looked from one to the other with a blank expression.
"Of course I was, I am every morning." mumbled Larry. "I was on my way to work but I still have no idea what you’re talking about."
The older man turned to face him again.
"You do know about the concept of security cameras don’t you? Or have you been spending too much time under a rock with the rest of your friends?"
"Wha.." was all that Larry could come up with.
"Security cameras." said the older man, with just a touch of exasperation coming into his voice. "You know, like Big Brother. You were caught on security camera, you dropkick!"
"Caught doing what?" exclaimed Larry with exasperation.
"Let’s show the movie, Charles, shall we?" said the older man moving back to lean against the table.
Charles pressed a switch by the door and an image filling half the opposite wall immediately sprang to life. In tones of black and white it showed a queue of people slowly shuffling forward in front of a wall covered in graffiti tags and old posters.
The shot narrowed as the camera zoomed to the centre of the screen and showed a guard talking to someone in the queue. That someone was Larry....
"Pulease, Larry. They’re at home, tucked up in nice and warm in bed, I imagine. We’re not animals you know, despite the media’s portrayal of us."
"Let me help you get started. Larry Freeman, boring, dissatisfied little fart in a dead end job. 52 years old, never done anything, not going anywhere." He leant forward and peered at Larry’s face. "Fairly close to the mark, so far, wouldn’t you think."
Larry stayed silent but had to admit he wasn’t far wrong.
"But yesterday, Larry, tell Charles and I all about yesterday." He stood and began pacing slowly back and forth in front of him. "Yesterday, life got a lot more interesting didn’t it, Larry?"
Larry moved slightly in his chair to try and ease the throbbing in his arm but it only seemed to make it worse. "I have no idea what you’re talking about."
"So you weren’t at the Macaulay Road hover terminus yesterday morning? Oh, how awful Charles, we’ve made a mistake." He stopped pacing and stood addressing his colleague with his hands clasped behind his back. Charles looked from one to the other with a blank expression.
"Of course I was, I am every morning." mumbled Larry. "I was on my way to work but I still have no idea what you’re talking about."
The older man turned to face him again.
"You do know about the concept of security cameras don’t you? Or have you been spending too much time under a rock with the rest of your friends?"
"Wha.." was all that Larry could come up with.
"Security cameras." said the older man, with just a touch of exasperation coming into his voice. "You know, like Big Brother. You were caught on security camera, you dropkick!"
"Caught doing what?" exclaimed Larry with exasperation.
"Let’s show the movie, Charles, shall we?" said the older man moving back to lean against the table.
Charles pressed a switch by the door and an image filling half the opposite wall immediately sprang to life. In tones of black and white it showed a queue of people slowly shuffling forward in front of a wall covered in graffiti tags and old posters.
The shot narrowed as the camera zoomed to the centre of the screen and showed a guard talking to someone in the queue. That someone was Larry....
