الثلاثاء، 20 نوفمبر، 2012

(Carma (by Yasser Taher Abbas Kashef

The old man kept on watching me. He traced me with his half-open blue eyes through the decorations of the aquarium. He used to do so every morning. He drunk his coffee and wolfed up his well-mashed breakfast. He approached me and showered me with a good amount of flake food. They were as small as particle of dust, but they were enough for me to remain frisky all day... Full Story

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