Deadly Play by Petra Pierre-Robertson
There is a way that seems right to a man, But its end is the way of death. ( Proverbs 14:12 NKJV) Killer bees? I saw a missed video call and two disturbing images. I called him back. "Are those killer bees in that pic? What is that object they killed?" "Auntie that is not bees. That is feathers. I came home to see them all over the yard. A cock flew over the wall and the three Rottweilers and German Shepherd had a time playing with him." "Playing?" I was confused. What I saw did not look like the remnants of play. It looked like a crime or war scene. "And they didn't eat it?" "They don't eat raw meat. They just had fun with it and plucked it clean. All its feathers are strewn over the yard. I came home to find it almost lifeless." Deadly play Deadly play. My mind ran with the symbolism. I thought of another stalker, symbolised in an animal, a lion. An archenemy whose play also leads to suffering and death. I thought of scenar