The Arrest by Ben Bradley
I went into Target to get the pics we took this weekend. I know those one-use cameras aren't the most economical way to take photographs, but still the cost per use is so cheap compared to an outlay for a Real Camera that it always seems worth buying another under-$10 special, and they usually take pretty good pictures.
At the counter the teen-looking female smiled and said "May I help you?"
"I'm here to pick up my pictures, James Smith."
She went through the envelopes of developed photos, then she all of a sudden froze. I could see she had an expression on her face. She glanced up at me and said "Just a minute," and walked off to the right at a rather speedy pace
No more than ten seconds later I heard a man's voice to my left: "Mr. James Smith?" I look and it was a policeman.
"Yes, Officer?"
"Come with us." I just noticed there was ANOTHER policeman behind me. Having no clue what it was about, I went with them into one of the store offices, where only employees and security people go.
"Have a seat, Mr. Smith. Do you recognize these photographs, Mr. Smith?"
"Yes, they're the ones me and my wife took this weekend."
"What about THIS one, Mr. Smith, what can you tell us about it?"
"Well, that's my daughter Amanda in the bathtub, this must have been taken when my wife and and my mother-in-law were giving her a bath."
"How old is your daughter Amanda?"
"She's four years old. Why do you ask?"
"Mr. Smith, you are being charged with the creation and posession of child pornography."
I was dumbfounded. "What? You think this picture of my girl in the tub is child pornography?"
"It doesn't matter so much what WE think, it's up to the judge to decide. Here's a phone, you can call your wife. We just want to clear up who took the photograph."
I dialed nervously, thinking of what all this could mean. Expensive defense attorneys, ruined reputation at work... I had to try three times to correctly dial my own number.
Paula answered: "Hello?"
"Honey, it's James. The police are here at Target asking me about a picture of Amanda in the tub, what's up with this?"
"James WHAT DID YOU DO? The police are HERE, the Department of Childrens Services are here talking about taking AMANDA! I don't know what you did that got the police out here, but I can assure you, you're never going to see Amanda ever again! First thing in the morning I'm going to call a divorce attorney and I'm going to squeeze every last penny out of you, you slimy scum-ass!"
I went into Target to get the pics we took this weekend. I know those one-use cameras aren't the most economical way to take photographs, but still the cost per use is so cheap compared to an outlay for a Real Camera that it always seems worth buying another under-$10 special, and they usually take pretty good pictures.
At the counter the teen-looking female smiled and said "May I help you?"
"I'm here to pick up my pictures, James Smith."
She went through the envelopes of developed photos, then she all of a sudden froze. I could see she had an expression on her face. She glanced up at me and said "Just a minute," and walked off to the right at a rather speedy pace
No more than ten seconds later I heard a man's voice to my left: "Mr. James Smith?" I look and it was a policeman.
"Yes, Officer?"
"Come with us." I just noticed there was ANOTHER policeman behind me. Having no clue what it was about, I went with them into one of the store offices, where only employees and security people go.
"Have a seat, Mr. Smith. Do you recognize these photographs, Mr. Smith?"
"Yes, they're the ones me and my wife took this weekend."
"What about THIS one, Mr. Smith, what can you tell us about it?"
"Well, that's my daughter Amanda in the bathtub, this must have been taken when my wife and and my mother-in-law were giving her a bath."
"How old is your daughter Amanda?"
"She's four years old. Why do you ask?"
"Mr. Smith, you are being charged with the creation and posession of child pornography."
I was dumbfounded. "What? You think this picture of my girl in the tub is child pornography?"
"It doesn't matter so much what WE think, it's up to the judge to decide. Here's a phone, you can call your wife. We just want to clear up who took the photograph."
I dialed nervously, thinking of what all this could mean. Expensive defense attorneys, ruined reputation at work... I had to try three times to correctly dial my own number.
Paula answered: "Hello?"
"Honey, it's James. The police are here at Target asking me about a picture of Amanda in the tub, what's up with this?"
"James WHAT DID YOU DO? The police are HERE, the Department of Childrens Services are here talking about taking AMANDA! I don't know what you did that got the police out here, but I can assure you, you're never going to see Amanda ever again! First thing in the morning I'm going to call a divorce attorney and I'm going to squeeze every last penny out of you, you slimy scum-ass!"