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« My best friend was Lila. Everyone said it looked like a boy. She didn’t wear her hair in elaborate pigtails like the other girls on our street. His head was smooth. Shaved almost to the skin. We lived in Chatterton. Our houses were close together on a dead-end street called Addison Road. At the end of the road the asphalt gave way to acres of veld. A path that wound its way between giant eucalyptus and blue gum led to the Sacred Heart elementary school. »

Every year-end, Internazionale magazine publishes a fully illustrated issue dedicated to fictional stories.
The images below are inspired by the text by Bongani Kona, South African writer.

Lila’s Run.