Clubhouse Impi and the great heist by Allister Marran
Chapter 1 – Load Shedding Capers A loud metal clunk, and then silence. The four boys were used to it by now. Every day, four hours in the morning, four hours in the afternoon, and two hours late at night. It was the familiar routine of Load shedding. Last year, when they had started their club, the substation would constantly buzz in that sub-base “zzz” or maybe “mmm” that only electricity can make, an almost impossibly low sound that would win a car subwoofer competition if somehow you could register electricity on the entry form. The silence was crisp and refreshing; a hypersensitivity making every background noise over-amplified like when your ears have been blocked up for a while, and suddenly re-open. A bird chirped close by, a child shouted and then laughed in the distance. A car hooted and another one hooted angrily back. It is funny how easy it is to tell friendly car banter from a heated road rage incident just by listening to the hoot’s length and freque