There were whispers that the decomposed body was that of a 58 year old executive who was robbed and murdered.But there were no signs of violent injuries except for the neck that was twisted to one side,snapped . A witness said he saw a man dressed like a WWF wrestler with a black ski mask slipping away to the edge of the forest but as it was quite dim,he thought that his eyes were playing tricks with him.
The 11year old beggar migrated to the city of Haikou following his parents who worked long hours at the construction site before a tragic collapse of the platform they were on left him stranded and alone.It was the kindness of the Dama exercising with rhythmic sway of their hips who took care of him.After they found him sleeping in abandoned shed of the construction store yard,one of them would push a few homemade pau or steamed buns in his grimy fingers.Another would pack some grilled meat for his dinner.
But the best was his favourite Dama ,a 67 year old aunty who went out of the way to carry a tiffin of fragrant roast pork or bits of shredded pickles to give him a hearty dinner every fortnight.
These Damas coloured their hair red,purple or blonde and donned their bright floral skirts whilst gyrating their hips to the latin beat of samba and salsa.Now after some scuffles with the nearby residents of the premium condominiums,a whizz kid had invented the soundless public broadcast system .They each put the big muffs of the earphones on their ears and a portable console that worked on solar energy beamed these sonic waves of pulsating beats and booms straight into their slightly deaf ears.It was a win -win situation for the residents of the high rise condominuims could finally get a good night's rest without the awful racket of booms,beats and bangs disturbing the peaceful dawn.
This whizz kid was formerly the son of a migrant worker who had a lucky break in life when his education was sponsored by a mysterious benefactor to study electronic engineering in Kewedi.He won multiple awards for his innovation in electronic chip implants in the human boy.The sensors in the implant could be remote controlled by brain waves to activate the weak muscles of stroke patients or those immobilised by accidents.After the town council told him about the frequent loud quarrels and cussing and cursing by the elderly dancers,the throwing of empty cans onto the open park to thwart the noisy antics of ageing aunties,the president of the town council finally approached this whizz kid,Mr.Lin to come up with a technological device that would please both warring factions.
With peace in the park and the bedrooms restored,the war of the ages was averted in an amicable manner.
However,Little Woon,the homeless vagrant still missed the pulsating,catchy music.
For some days,little Woon hadn't been seen in the compound of the storage site.Some said,he was rounded up and put into a state welfare home or sent back to live with his relatives.
Three weeks later,another body of a 40 year old man was discovered in the back alley of some shops.Word went around that his neck was also twisted in the same way.
There was something about the inaudible music that put the dancers into a trance like mood.Their feet and arms seemed to have a life of their own.The console whispered and suggested to them of youthful strength and misty dreams.Sway and shuffle,twist and twirl -go follow that 40 year old man and twist him round and round.
The Damas had another peculiar vanity to protect their fair skin from the harsh rays of the sun when they went to swim.The black "spider woman" suit protected them from the UV light so that they were not baked to a harsh shade of brown.
To be continued.....
I am dreaming of setting up a Youtube site showcasing the short movies made by ASEAN youths,a platform for their unique creative storytelling in short ,short movies or comics or anime.How can the young understand each other except through the stories that tell about the lives that matter to them.Perhaps some collaboration could be done between the old and the young to be a bridge to close that generation gap.The old supply the stories whilst the young make movies or do graphic stories and animate them.
Heck! How I wish someone could do a graphic novel of my stories-the one about fracking and the aliens or my uninhibited story of the love cripple.
