Out of Bounds
This was a sad situation on the eve of our gay pride celebration. It was a blustery winter eve, the sun was sinking into slumber and in the town square, people were gathering for a meeting.
Here, chance meetings and encounters create a mood where anything can happen, even murder. We have laws on murder, but, tragically, we still have murders and killings in this country. The affairs of the town, the country and the outside world means little to them. The site is outside of any defined development boundary. Grey weathered posts, with white ant mounds creeping up around them, mark the boundary. Gates of bamboo or weathered wood will typically let you know where you're not welcome. We were unlikely to receive the warmest of welcomes.
Those investigating the case say they won't rest until the person responsible receives a prison term. I, and all the officers who worked on the case, were utterly shocked at the callous level of violence he used. More than rage, it was a pity that filled me on seeing this callous indifference all around.