Shawjay Is There

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Non-Fiction  |  House: Booksie Classic
Mostly truth mixed with a little fiction for a very short read.

Submitted: May 06, 2016

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Submitted: May 06, 2016




In the late evening I sat listening to the sounds. From where I sat I could hear the sounds of children and toilets flushing as those children were being put to bed. The sounds of video games and TV were heard, just as millions of households were finishing up their normal duties, and another day.

In the darkness I could see his eyes; Shaw-jay was there and then he was gone again.

There was laughter from the nearby street corner as a Moped pulled away and into the night.

There he was again, near the dumpster, and then he was gone in the blink of an eye.

In a city of nearly 52,000 people, he lives in the midst of them, waiting, watching, and killing.

"They should do something," I think to myself."

Is this a Jack the ripper? No, not exactly. But he likes the cover of darkness and he likes it when few people are out of their homes.

In this area, few people venture out after dark for the fear of him. There is no man nor animal that is safe when he wanders, although there are a few men would say different.

A VW Bug pulls up near the dumpster where I last saw him. The driver honks his horn several times and then a woman, in her twenties, jumps out of the passenger side door. She races across the road in her nurse’s uniform. How it glows from the surrounding lights and defines her every step on the way to her front door. What a risk she took, she knows that the Leopards are near, especially the one they call Shaw-jay. She has lived in the same apartment, on the edge of India's Sanjay Gandhi National Park, for years.

"Sanjay Gandhi National Park, Forty square miles of green among a sprawling gray metropolis of Mumbai."

And what of Mumbai? It has nearly twice the population density of New York City. It surrounds those forty square miles of green, home to the Leopards that may wander Mumbai's streets; day or night.


D. Thurmond / JEF  ---  05-04-2016


Credit Note: Public Information found in this story was taken from National Geographic Magazine, Dec. 2015 addition.

© Copyright 2019 D. Thurmond, aka, JEF. All rights reserved.

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