Something snapped in Gerald when he lost his beloved cherry red Mini Cooper – bent like a boomerang by a red light runner, t-boned at high speed.
But Gerald was a doer, not a brooder. His plans formed.
Nightly, he examined a flickering computer array revealing red light runners at intersections across the city – traffic cams expertly hacked. It was a snap to track addresses from number plates.
Now, in the wee hours, you’ll find Gerald busy in some driveway, with wheel-brace and blocks, doing his bit to improve road safety.
And his used tyre business is doing nicely.
You might be surprised to learn just how long camera surveillance has operated in the UK, and how prevalent it is. I certainly was. Here are a couple of articles you might like to look at.
This is for Friday Fictioneers, hosted by Rochelle, where each week writers post 100 word stories in response to a photo prompt. It’s a lot of fun, and quite a challenge.