User:Edward McLaren

Video Drones
Something was wrong with the statue. Not how it looked, not what it was made of and not even the fact that it was a memorial without a dedication. That didn’t bother me. You see, I knew the statue was there; I always knew. But everyone else in that village just ignored it. Not because it was an eyesore or something, far from it. It was like they were pretending it didn’t exist altogether. And when I go and point it out to them they think I’m crazy! Just yesterday a couple nearly walked right into it. All I said was ‘Look where you’re going.’ And they saw my blue eyes and brown hair as if I was a monster, like I’d just killed someone! At first I thought these people were just idiots: but this was different. In everything else they’d do I’d call them normal. Well, most of them. Yet, what scared me most was how they made me doubt; how they convinced me that I was wrong. I’d spent hours thinking about why they were doing it. They weren’t stupid, they weren’t dumb. They were thinkers, planners. But I just didn’t get it. Why ignore a damn statue what’s there to gain from it? It was like I was the one kid at school that didn’t get to be in the secret club, like I only had half of the instructions for a model plane. There was an old lady in town. I never got her name. She’d spend days sitting indoors just staring at her wall of televisions. When I knocked on her window she wouldn’t even flinch. I did it louder and louder again, she didn’t budge. It was as if she’d somehow already seen me through the screens somehow. ‘What are you watching in there?’ I said. But what was strangest of all were the red lights. I noticed them a few nights ago, they were on all day. And every house in the village had one, every one of them but mine. I thought I was looking too deep into it, but I was wrong. It’d gone too far. They nearly fooled me, I wanted to test if I was crazy. So I walked up to the statue; people all along the street looking up from their phones. God dammit, I could hear the buzzing of their devices. I kicked the statue. It was still there. But, was I insane? These expressions they’d given me. Who wouldn’t give a strange look at someone kicking a memorial? Let alone in an isolated place like this. I was going to go to bed early last night. I lay down. It was uncomfortable. So I turned over. This is when I saw the statue. Someone was leaning on it. I ran out in the cold; poorly dressed. I shook: I was right. And the moment I saw them they ran off into the night. They’d broken character. That old lady I mentioned. She was watching something again that night, they all were: the crazy me show. Why watch something anyway? To be entertained. Those red lights, they were cameras.