Last night I was strolling along a quiet street. It was raining heavily and that was the appeal for me. I was burning inside and I thought that strolling in the rain was a great way to cool me down.
I was to take a left turn when I heard screaming out of a nearby flat. The drops pounding heavily on the roof made it difficult to make out the exact words so I inched closer. The words were unclear, but it was obvious that a mother and her son had had fallen out.
The temptation to bang on the door grew stronger as it became clear that someone was yelling for help. The neighbourhood was fast asleep, or so it appeared.
"How can a witch be my mother? How can you be so cruel. Let me go."
"You are a fool from from the black lagoon."
The exchange continued till I succeeded in opening the door, only for a boy of about 11, bleeding all over his head, to run into me for cover. The blow of a white plastic chair landed on my face, sending both me and the lad rolling down the steps.
I woke up from sleep clutching nothing with one hand and blocking off an invisible blow with another.
I was to take a left turn when I heard screaming out of a nearby flat. The drops pounding heavily on the roof made it difficult to make out the exact words so I inched closer. The words were unclear, but it was obvious that a mother and her son had had fallen out.
The temptation to bang on the door grew stronger as it became clear that someone was yelling for help. The neighbourhood was fast asleep, or so it appeared.
"How can a witch be my mother? How can you be so cruel. Let me go."
"You are a fool from from the black lagoon."
The exchange continued till I succeeded in opening the door, only for a boy of about 11, bleeding all over his head, to run into me for cover. The blow of a white plastic chair landed on my face, sending both me and the lad rolling down the steps.
I woke up from sleep clutching nothing with one hand and blocking off an invisible blow with another.
