The Local Stones
These people talk a lot of rubbish. They believe stones have souls. They say if you can speak their language, the stones can move. Or talk to you; the stones, can you believe it? They tell stories about these spirits you won’t believe. So-and-so fell in love and turned to stone from the pain of it.
Woman
he man grabbed the woman just as she was taking off her headscarf because of the heat. The woman, panicked and tucked her bag tightly under her arm, struggling to slip away from the man’s grip, but a shattering slap sent her crashing to the ground.
The Onlookers
A teenage girl had fallen into a wide ditch, her forearm and cheek shattered. It was clear that the bone in her right forearm had shifted beneath her dark blue manteau, with blood seeping through the fabric. Her cheek was split wide open, and her wheat-coloured face was drenched in blood.