I was having coffee and watching Mornings with Maria when I started hearing loud screaming. I assumed it was foxes again so this time I grabbed my phone to take a photo, but no fox. The noise was coming from a different direction. So I went outside on the back patio and I saw a woman walking down the road all by herself in serious emotional distress shouting at the top of her lungs, why are you doing this to me, why why why. She was flailing her body as well. It was scary to see and hear. I opted to call the police first, then see if I could go help her. The police came quickly and by the time they got here and I got in the car, she disappeared, into thin air.
I showed the police officer where I spotted her. He asked me if I could describe her but I was so far away, I wasn’t much help, other than to tell him what I thought she was wearing.
My heart is aching. I KNOW this woman was in pain about something. I don’t know if she was sober saying those things or under the influence of anything, but at 7:30am, unlikely, at least in these parts, but domestic distress has no boundaries, so yes, it can happen here too.
The police went up and down the street looking for her but the shouting stopped very quickly after I called the police so I’m guessing wherever she lived, someone there brought her back inside. I don’t know if the police are allowed to knock on doors to ask if someone might be okay – I don’t know the law, but I do hope she’s okay. I’ll be thinking of her all day. Her guttural shouting is something I won’t soon forget.