Thami and Anele

Thami and Anele were in his car together, heading back to their respective flats after work. They had both worked mega-shifts and now, as the sun came up over the sea, Thami wondered if he could entice Anele for breakfast at the beachfront Wimpy before they went home.

It happened as they pulled out of the staff parking at the back of Addington Hospital. One minute there was no-one and the next the car was surrounded by four men with guns.

“Get out!” the one at the driver’s window told him.

Thami’s first instinct was to protect Anele and he looked over at her. The passenger door was open and a man had a gun to her head. Her eyes were wide with terror.

And then, as fast as it had begun, it was over and they were left standing in the street, as the hijackers screamed down the road in Thami’s Polo.

“I hate the male species! You are nothing but beasts; cold-hearted half-humans,” Anele sobbed.

Thami was stunned. Having a gun put to your head shocked a person to the core but a car was only a car and they had lived to tell the tale. Anele should just be grateful they weren’t hurt. But she was on her hands and knees in the road, tears streaming over her cheeks.

“I’m don’t even care that I killed that beast Uncle Steve!” she screamed. “I don’t care.”

The early morning street was suddenly silent, before Thami spoke: “Let’s call the cops and the tracking company.”

But his mind was in chaos. What had Anele just said? She had killed someone?

“I hated him and I hated his stupid wife and now I hate these men pointing guns at us and taking what they want.”

Thami was afraid now, his eyes wide open and his lips trembling, as he listened to the woman he loved rave on in the street.

“I, I, I … I thought his wife did it?” he stuttered.

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