For Sale: camcorder, used only
once, good as new
'Finally', Jenny had been
waiting nearly a week for the camcorder to turn up and at last the postman was
walking down the path with a parcel under his arm. Jenny opened the door before
he had chance to ring the bell and Ffion was behind her like a shot.
'Mummy, is it here?' Ffion was
tugging at her mother’s trousers desperate to see
the parcel.
'Yes sweetie. Let me just sign
this and then we can go and try it out.'
Jenny thanked the postman and
pushing the door shut with her bum, ushered her overly excited daughter into
the living room. Ffion had a dance recital the next day and her father was away
on business. He hadn't wanted to miss the dance so had ordered a second hand
camcorder from a classified in the local paper. It should have been here days
ago and just as Jenny was starting to think it was another one of John's money
saving ventures gone awry, it had turned up.
Jenny opened the parcel and
was surprised to see there was already a tape in the device. Well the advert
had said it had been used. She threw the used tape onto the coffee table and
inserted one of the new ones she had bought and pressed record. As she pointed
the camcorder at Ffion, the little girl lit up and started dancing around the
living room. After a few minutes Jenny stopped recording and pressed playback.
After a few seconds she could see Ffion on the little screen and by adjusting a
few controls she could hear her too. Looked like John had fluked it this time.
"Play it again,' Ffion
called. This was the fourth time the little girl had watched the tape of her
dance recital.
'Okay but this is the last
time and then it's off to bed.' Jenny smiled.
After Ffion had finally
settled Jenny poured herself a glass of wine and settled down in front of the
TV. She had really missed John this time and she was looking forward to having
him back tomorrow. Ten minutes and fifty channel flicks later she started
looking round at the DVDs on the shelf to find something to watch. She noticed
the tape on the coffee table and smiling to herself popped it into the
camcorder. You never know what sort of things people video themselves doing, it
might be worth a look, she thought.
Jenny pressed the play button and the first five seconds
where black, then it looked as if the lens cap had been removed. In front of
her on the screen she saw the image of her husband, strapped to a chair and
badly beaten.
'Jenny. You have to help me.
They want money. Call my company. Whatever you do don't call the police. Please
Jenny do as they say and then I can come home.'
The screen went blank and the
phone rang.
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