Short Story: Dying to live - a tribute to Tupac Shakur
Caesar lifted his hoodie over his shoulders. He lifted his head up slightly and shoved his hand inside his jacket, mimicking the image on the giant, black and white poster on the wall above the bed. ILLUSTRATION | JOHN NYAGAH |
Who is that?”
Caesar turned around from where he was standing by the window, to see a little boy standing next to him. He’d been drifting again. He must have left the door open. Caesar didn’t know the little boy but it didn’t matter. He liked the children. It was the adults he couldn’t stand.
