“I hadn’t thought about what was wrong with Ellie, not even when i parked the car. Kids get sick. But unlike the old gettin sick, kids normally get sick to get stronger, their immune system and all that stuff. It was certainly a surprise when I saw her dead body and, because I didn’t know what to say at first, I got to have a good look.
She was more startlin because she was on her back, lookin at me if she coulda looked. Her tiny face carried no astonishment or fear. It was blank with resignation, as if she knew she was gonna die but could do nothing about it. Or maybe it’s that she died whilst numbin herself to the fact that her panties had gotten lost and someone had tried to cover up her secret parts with blood.
There was a lot of blood, smeared on her thighs and having pooled on the rough, concrete floor. This hadn’t just happened cause it had dried. The buzzing of so many flies didn’t care for time. In between, her neck was a different colour to everything else. She’d been strangled. I don’t know how I knew but I was certain that the foul beast had done his business inside of her, before and after..
I didn’t know what to say but that didn’t matter because when I turned around to face Martha, an act almost as hard as lookin at that poor child, she hit me hard in the head with the handle of a spade….”
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‘The Rape Revenge of the Maids of Salt River’ is a short story i want to share with you. It’s going to be a Knysna horror with things to say about the colours of our skin, the plight of children, male rape and, maybe most of all, our apathy to our fellow human beings.
I wrote about 10 pages in a few hours in one morning last year but because i’m so damned caught up in fighting our town’s be-damned politicians, i haven’t gotten back to finishing it. I share this excerpt as motivation for me to do so.
But that’s not going to be today or this month. I’ve got a lot of work to do. In fact, i’m not even here. I scheduled this in advance, like all the other posts you’re been reading this week. I’m busy with other stuff, trying to find righteousness in dark places.
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“Sometimes somethin’s gotta come out, not because you want it to but because it has to happen, like that first painful turd after a weekend of your tummy not working…”