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- Story Listed as: Fiction For Adults
- Theme: Drama / Human Interest
- Subject: Drama
- Published: 01/10/2021
Five Lives In Lockdown - Karen's Podcast
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Podcasts. Now, I know what you're thinking- we have enough of them in the world. We don't need another one, but this one was going to be different. It was going to make me famous. I had a title: “Dealing with boredom”. All that was left to decide upon was the subject. Eventually I settled on true crime. But what crime would it be? I could rehash some famous cases, approach them from a different viewpoint, and give people my opinion. I decided though this was probably overdone... So then what could it be about?
The answer came to me two weeks later. I was going to commit crimes. I would commit crimes and then talk about the crimes I committed on the podcast. The podcast would be famous either because I would get caught and go to prison or people would love my adventures and want to hear more. It was still in the rules to go out once a day for daily exercise so that would be the perfect cover. I would not be totally lying as crime involves a lot of running.
Robbery I decided would be what I would go with. One night I put on my mask, gloves and comfortable running shoes. I had watched a lot of police shows and decided the reason most criminals got caught was they wore impractical footwear during the chase. Mine were comfortable. I had been wearing them for years so this would aid me in my getaway. I left home.
Not gone far when nerves got the better of me. A voice in my head was saying “bad idea you're going to get caught. It would be so very easy for you to get caught” but I just kept thinking how awesome the podcast would be. This quietened the negative voice in my head and kept my feet moving forward.
When I arrived at the house my plan had been to go inside, however my nerves came back. I grabbed the first thing I could see which was a bike. I could only see it's silhouette but it was definitely a bike. I grabbed it quickly and ran home taking my prize with me.
Once home I stored it in the cupboard under the stairs and went to bed.
The next morning I uploaded the episode of the podcast about my late night exploits but I always was careful not to mention it was me. Later when it was uploaded I went and looked at what I had taken: The bicycle was ugly, rusty and had a flat tire. I considered taking it back but it would be too much hassle. Over the next five weeks I stole small objects that I could put in my pocket or could easily be taken from the houses.
Five weeks - five podcast episodes and with each item I took and every podcast I uploaded I felt braver and braver. This was going to work.
For my last episode, episode six, I was going to steal something big like a flat screen television. I knew a house that had a really nice one. The owners were friends of my parents. I was there for a party once. I made up my mind. I was going to steal it.
As I got close to the house I saw a van parked outside. I continued with my plan. I got a rock from the garden and threw it through a window hoping it wouldn’t wake the people inside. Nothing moved so I climbed the drainpipe and went inside and made my way to the living room. I became aware that the flat screen television was not where it should have been. Then I saw two figures in the darkness. I froze. These people actually were robbing the house. They had already taken the flat screen tv and God knows what else. I should have run but I could not.
Before I could regain my courage and say anything, something hit me from behind.
When I woke up, the police were standing over me. The house was a mess and I seemed to have been caught red handed.
So here I am in a room being interrogated about the robbery of 22 Maple Drive. What I was doing there. How I was involved. My parents are here. They are very confused and saying: “Karen, tell the policeman exactly what you were doing there!”
I tried silence, but it didn't work. Mum and Dad gave them our address saying: ”Our girl is innocent but you're more than welcome to come round and search our house. We have nothing to hide.” “Yes, but I do.”- I thought.
They found it. The cupboard under the stairs. They found the bicycle, any other items and now I'm in trouble. Somehow they even found the podcast. One of the police said with a chuckle that it was actually well put together. He was quite a fan.
It was my parents’ idea to put me in a cell overnight and teach me a lesson. “At least”- I thought as the door closed - “I have another fan.”
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