was nothing linking them all together. Apart from their age group and the
fact that they sang in their local choirs there is nothing that relates these
girls together. Parents claim that all thirteen girls lived happy lives and
were content. There was no indication of any depression or long-term melancholy
from any of the girls.
‘A rambler discovered the thirteen bodies hanging side-by-side from a
large oak tree and had to be treated by EMT’s for shock and trauma. Police
officers who arrived at the scene of the suicide said they’d never seen
anything as creepy as the sight of the thirteen girls.
‘Police and parents alike are baffled as to how the girls came into
contact with each other and arranged a rendezvous for the group suicide pact.
Apparently, the girls had not only met and discussed and agreed to the suicide
but had also gone to extreme lengths of planning to choose a place where they
could execute their plan, away from prying eyes.’
Frank exhaled deeply and switched the radio off. He continued his drive
home in silence, unable to delete the graphic image of thirteen girls hanging
lifelessly, toes inches away from the forest floor, dressed in choir attire.
Once the red light eventually changed to green and the queue of traffic
rolled forward, Frank used the turn signal and got onto his street. Vehicles
parked on either side of the road outside shops and homes made the road twice
as narrow as it ought to have been. He had to slow down twice to allow cars
heading in the opposite direction to pass.
Having parked the car twenty yards away from outside his house, Frank got
out and felt the first drops of rain. He arched his head up and blinked as
droplets landed in his eyes. The black clouds leaden with rain and most likely
thunder and lighting diminished the daylight and encouraged night to embrace
the capital city.
Sensing someone close by, Frank looked back over his shoulder and saw a
thin, middle-aged man wearing a raincoat with matching hat. The out-of-place
man wasn’t walking or moving. He simply stood next to a streetlight, staring
fixedly at Frank. Unnerved by this, Frank cordially gestured to the forbidding
dark clouds. ‘Supposed to be the summer,’ he said, rolling his eyes for
dramatic effect.
The man across the street stared at him fixedly.
Okaaaaaaaay. That didn’t work. This guy is kinda creepy. Best just
leave him to move along in his own time. Probably thinks you’re staring at him.
He looks like he belongs in an institution. Just leave him and he’ll soon go
away.
Frank raised his hand in a goodbye gesture then turned and entered his
four-story, alabaster stucco residence. He closed the door behind him and
exhaled, not realising he’d been holding his breath.
The sound of the TV in the room to his right comforted him. Frank headed
towards it already putting the strange man across the street to the back of his
mind.
*
Frank
and Sammy were enjoying a chicken korma curry after feeding Elias and changing
his nappy. The TV was on, although Frank deliberately asked if they would not watch
the news programmes. When Sammy inquired why he’d told her about the story he’d
heard on the radio in the car.
‘I just wanna enjoy this time off and not think about bad things; if
that’s all right?’
Sammy, disturbed by the story, told him that they were still warring in
Israel and Afghanistan; hundreds dead due to missiles being fired at towns.
Then she mentioned how an aircraft flying from Japan to South Africa had crashed after some sort of malfunction. Again hundreds had died. So Sammy
was more than happy to watch an episode of Friends .
*
At
9:32pm Frank watched Sammy place Elias in his cot on the other side of their
bedroom. She sat there watching his eyes roam the ceiling overhead as she sung
a lullaby to him. Frank went to the bathroom to get in his pyjama bottoms and
brush his teeth.
When he came back into the bedroom, Sammy was lying in bed on
fact that they sang in their local choirs there is nothing that relates these
girls together. Parents claim that all thirteen girls lived happy lives and
were content. There was no indication of any depression or long-term melancholy
from any of the girls.
‘A rambler discovered the thirteen bodies hanging side-by-side from a
large oak tree and had to be treated by EMT’s for shock and trauma. Police
officers who arrived at the scene of the suicide said they’d never seen
anything as creepy as the sight of the thirteen girls.
‘Police and parents alike are baffled as to how the girls came into
contact with each other and arranged a rendezvous for the group suicide pact.
Apparently, the girls had not only met and discussed and agreed to the suicide
but had also gone to extreme lengths of planning to choose a place where they
could execute their plan, away from prying eyes.’
Frank exhaled deeply and switched the radio off. He continued his drive
home in silence, unable to delete the graphic image of thirteen girls hanging
lifelessly, toes inches away from the forest floor, dressed in choir attire.
Once the red light eventually changed to green and the queue of traffic
rolled forward, Frank used the turn signal and got onto his street. Vehicles
parked on either side of the road outside shops and homes made the road twice
as narrow as it ought to have been. He had to slow down twice to allow cars
heading in the opposite direction to pass.
Having parked the car twenty yards away from outside his house, Frank got
out and felt the first drops of rain. He arched his head up and blinked as
droplets landed in his eyes. The black clouds leaden with rain and most likely
thunder and lighting diminished the daylight and encouraged night to embrace
the capital city.
Sensing someone close by, Frank looked back over his shoulder and saw a
thin, middle-aged man wearing a raincoat with matching hat. The out-of-place
man wasn’t walking or moving. He simply stood next to a streetlight, staring
fixedly at Frank. Unnerved by this, Frank cordially gestured to the forbidding
dark clouds. ‘Supposed to be the summer,’ he said, rolling his eyes for
dramatic effect.
The man across the street stared at him fixedly.
Okaaaaaaaay. That didn’t work. This guy is kinda creepy. Best just
leave him to move along in his own time. Probably thinks you’re staring at him.
He looks like he belongs in an institution. Just leave him and he’ll soon go
away.
Frank raised his hand in a goodbye gesture then turned and entered his
four-story, alabaster stucco residence. He closed the door behind him and
exhaled, not realising he’d been holding his breath.
The sound of the TV in the room to his right comforted him. Frank headed
towards it already putting the strange man across the street to the back of his
mind.
*
Frank
and Sammy were enjoying a chicken korma curry after feeding Elias and changing
his nappy. The TV was on, although Frank deliberately asked if they would not watch
the news programmes. When Sammy inquired why he’d told her about the story he’d
heard on the radio in the car.
‘I just wanna enjoy this time off and not think about bad things; if
that’s all right?’
Sammy, disturbed by the story, told him that they were still warring in
Israel and Afghanistan; hundreds dead due to missiles being fired at towns.
Then she mentioned how an aircraft flying from Japan to South Africa had crashed after some sort of malfunction. Again hundreds had died. So Sammy
was more than happy to watch an episode of Friends .
*
At
9:32pm Frank watched Sammy place Elias in his cot on the other side of their
bedroom. She sat there watching his eyes roam the ceiling overhead as she sung
a lullaby to him. Frank went to the bathroom to get in his pyjama bottoms and
brush his teeth.
When he came back into the bedroom, Sammy was lying in bed on
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