It started out as a scuffle between two teenagers, but she recognised the menace in his eyes.
She felt uneasy as the tired women, unemployed men and unkempt children left their bored lives to gather around.
Then she spotted the gang and knew that this was no ordinary fight.
As they advanced with weapons, gripped with whitened knuckles, she saw that fatal blow to the boy’s head, sprung to his defence, covering his body with her own, feeling his life drain away.
They stood threateningly over her. They were not done with his lifeless body.
The crowd watched on.