BEHIND THE BUSH



As dusk fell, Anna observed, there was a strange movement in the thick-bush. Someone was behind or was it some animal, she wondered.

The bush jerked again, there was certainly someone behind, else, bushes don’t move on their own that way.

It wasn’t the wind because the flora nearby were static. Only this particular bush moved vigorously.

Was someone getting intimate behind it – some couple or maybe some animal? It was the mating season after all.

Anna crept near. To her horror, through the leaves, she saw a woman with a jagged-wound, struggling, while her attacker had left to quench his thirst elsewhere.


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STEAM



artwork by Ulrike Bolenz

She sat in one corner of the compartment; nubile, soft and delicate.

On her journey to a land far, where resided her sole happiness.

She was totally unawares, of the dangers that evening that lurked; eyes that were constantly kept on her, ready any moment to pounce.

As the train began to move, the whistle blew sending signals far; as the steam rolled the wheels, her assailants too went on a raping spree.

Her cries for help and mercy so drowned underneath the train's chugging noise, that, even the angel high above couldn't save her honour, on well on time.


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