In harmony the voices of the three women soared above the sound of traffic and rain hammering on concrete, and nobody noticed the change, none of the other pedestrians walking by.
Nobody noticed as they replaced the words of hymns first with nonsense, then obscenities.
The nose of a passer-by twitched and he slowed for a step, looked down and saw a puddle between the feet of one of the women, grimaced and hurried onwards.
The women stopped singing and hung their heads; once again the sound of rain saturated the air.
They began moaning, a long tortured moan that became a slow, guttural laugh. They looked up at the pedestrians walking by, eyes wide and pupils narrowed, lips pulled back from teeth in a rabid snarl, umbrellas fell from limp hands.
“You’re all filth, and your mothers eat shit in hell!” they shrieked.
They screamed and exploded into flames.