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Today’s entry: A cruel interview
The school clock said time for recess. For the two standing by the van, it was time to leave. Their boss had different plans though.
”Just this interview,” he had said. ”It will be the interview of a lifetime.”
Bjoern thought no interview with a child could become the interview of a lifetime, no matter the circumstances.
”There they are!” The cameraman pointed towards the front door that was thrown open from the flood of children storming through it.
”Okay,” Bjoern picked up his microphone and prepared. ”Do you have the camera ready to roll.”
”Since we got here,” the cameraman slapped his big yet portable machine.
Bjoern began walking towards the horde. No one seemed to notice him.
I am so lucky I don’t have kids, he thought as he saw the running noses.
”There he is,” Bjoern redirected his steps towards the little boy who played with his friend.
”Hi, are you Leo?”
The child looked up at him. ”Is that a camera?”
”Yes,” Bjoern said as the cameraman sat himself in position. ”Do you want to know how it works?”
”If I do?!” The child went from suspicious to exalted in a heartbeat.
Sweet innocent child, Bjoern thought.
”You see the button here?” The boy nodded eagerly. ”If you press it, the camera will start recording.”
The boys friend suddenly jumped the boy. ”Can I see too?”
”Off course you can.” Bjoern put a shoulder in the cameraman’s side. ”Flip the screen so they can ser themselves.”
”Can I press the button now?”
”Be my guest.” In his periphery Bjoern saw a teacher walk towards them. ”As long as you don’t mind me interviewing you.
”Hey, what are you doing here?”
The boy pressed the button.
”This is Bjoern Huffleson and today I am interviewing little Leo, Arthur Sooley’s son.” Bjoern looked at the boy. ”How does it feel to know that you are safe from your father now that he is dead?”
The child looked confused at Bjoern. ”Dead? No he is in prison.”
”I am sorry to be the one telling you this,” Bjoern hurried the words as the teacher got closer.
”But your father was found dead this morning.”
The child’s eyes went blank. ”Dead?”
Two hands grabbed Bjoern’s shoulders.
”You are not supposed to be here.”
”Dead?” The little boy said again his eyes watered. The camera caught it all.
Maybe I was wrong, Bjoern thought as the teacher threw him out. This might be the interview of a lifetime after all.
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