The Cafe Owner | Salem Matenga | Fiction
The alarm glowed 3:30 am, in pale red digits. Abdullah’s hand found the silence button before the first electronic chirp could fracture the silence of the room. He sat at the edge of the mattress, feet flat on the worn wool rug, its fibers coarse and familiar against his soles. The remnants of sleep […]
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The alarm glowed 3:30 am, in pale red digits. Abdullah’s hand found the silence button before the first electronic chirp could fracture the silence of the room. He sat at the edge of the mattress, feet flat on the worn wool rug, its fibers coarse and familiar against his soles. The remnants of sleep […]
