The fate of tools

Fate turns like the spokes of a wheel, When the wheel is broken, The driver descends to replace it with a better, stronger one. Tools of speed will always be replaced, How sad is r How sad their shortness of life, they are like butterflies in the breeze, Beautiful for three days, then quickly swept…

#1 Short-story by Issa Dioume (THE CLICHED DETECTIVE-STORY)

Victor Verdun is fifty years old. He sits at his desk, thinking and despondent.