There are some things that happen in life for no reason and we will never really discover why. We were shopping today and as we were leaving the supermarket I made my usual visit to the flower department near the exit to take a few photos. Amongst the colourful chrysanthemum photos and a couple of weird plant mixtures, with some unknown triffid species I discovered this photo when I was uploading which I could not identify.
At first I was attempted to discard this photo as not being worthy of a place in my collection, but the mysterious shapes and shadows distracted me. Had my mobile phone camera being infiltrated by another power? Had they arrived, were they now here? It could have been one of my famous cloud photos, colouring of white and blue would suit the theme, It was a misty morning and there were no clouds, just a plain dark grey sky.
The white shape with the curbed edges was very suspicious. I am convinced that my telephone is now posssessed, another reason to buy a new one. These smartphones are more than smart, they are taking over. This photo seems to transpire into four dimensions with an uncanny depth. It was when my telephone began to quack that I was shaken back to reality.
Mr. Swiss was calling me, as he had lost me again and wanted to know if I could meet him at the car park as he had been waiting for some time, was I taking photos again. I was glad to hear a familiar voice and not just white noise with an echo of “Take me to your leader”. He always asks silly questions, no patience. A telephone that quacks like a duck sounded familiar. It was my new ring tone. Of course I was carrying this strange reproduction on my phone at the time and did not realise it. I only discovered this apparition when I got home to process my photos.
My telephone is now laying on my desk, now and again it shivers, but that is because I have switched off the sound signal and it only vibrates to tell me that someone somewhere wants to tell me something.
But this strange photo is still bothering me. I had a dream after lunch during my golden oldie sleep. My mobile phone was ringing. I reached to my bedside table to take the call, and suddenly my telephone had walked into my hand, it had grown two legs and was smiling at me from the screen. It was now invading my dreams, stealing my identity.