Troubled
Image One: The lovebirds are holding hands. She is a head taller than him, and attractive, her skin is a rich dark brown. She has a figure that is model material, not runway thin but unique, shapely, African. She leads the way, her pointed chin tilted slightly upwards, as if proclaiming her innocence. Blood is smeared on her left breast. His eyes are downcast, praying for the ground to open up, swallow him whole. Blood is trickling down his chest, beginning right below his heart, continuing down, little rivulets meander through to the creases in his groin; the source of his agony. In the background, a dozen men, fully clothed, young and old, on foot, and on bicycles, advance towards the naked couple. On their faces is a sprinkled mix of scorn and pleasure, like a herd of hot, hungry, hyenas hankering for leftovers. Image Two: A hooligan is facing the lovers, his back is to the camera and the club in his right hand is raised. ...