CHAPTER EIGHT
Instantly a boy came from nowhere and the man aimed at him.
“Please don’t shoot. I don’t want to die. Please don’t shoot,” pleaded the boy.
The man dropped the hand holding the gun.
The boy then pretended to shoot the man with an imaginary gun.
“Don’t shoot. Don’t shoot. I don’t want to die. I want to live. I love life. Please don’t shoot. I want to live. I am happy,” shouted the man.
The boy started laughing.
The man wiped tears from his eyes.
“Oh, mummy he is crying for real,” said the boy to a woman who had just come out of the mall.
“Is he dead?” asked the woman looking at a body slumped at the ground meters away.
“I shot him just like that.” said the man boastfully.
“What?” Asked the woman looking at the man and his gun before running to where Rodney lay?
“Ye
