A scream in the night

At around 11pm on Sunday night, as I sat working, I heard a scream – a clearly terrified woman’s scream – coming from somewhere nearby. I ran to the front door and pulled it open to try and determine the source of the scream. I could hear nothing. As I stood listening, my partner, Theresa, came through from the bedroom to ask if I had heard the screams.
I went to the back of the house, into the garden, to see if the screaming came from somewhere behind our property. Still nothing.
I waited awhile, willing the woman to start screaming again so that I could pinpoint the locality and see if there was something we could do to help.
When all I could hear was the music of Tandoor in Rockey St bouncing off the wall of the cottage behind us, I went back inside.
When people wonder out loud why I do the work I do in Yeoville Bellevue, one of the answers I can give is that I want to help create a neighbourhood where we never have to hear such screams. It’s a tall order, I know, given that we live in a society, in a country, in a world, where such screams happen all the time. But we all have to do what we can to change the situation.
Happy Women’s Day

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