Chronos Devouring His Son [Short-Story] by Issa Dioume

Time seems to slow like running water gone still. Haunted and lost by the ghosts of the minds’ windmill trapped in the slow tic-tac motion of the clocks’ hands that kill. Strangling air out from his throat. I need a cig thought Barnaclos. Nothing beats the delicious smell of cigs, warm coffee and cold beer.…

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Early Morning Delights – Issa Dioume

Written by Issa Dioume The familiar aroma of the roasted coffee beans pervading the café's air. Taking you back to innocent moments of your childhood. The ambient soothing rock music playing on the speakers ‘ oooh pretty little baby! I love you baby’! Waiters rushing in all directions. Always gleaming with radiant smiles plastered on…