Short story by Al Kags The music was playing on the radio and Musevo was happy when the presenter wasn’t talking. These young fellows and their tiktok kid of language, “it’s just noise.” The reggae was smooth and the road …
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His eyes opened at 4.30 in the morning, as they had for all of the 45 summers that had passed, just about an hour or so before dawn. When he moved here 45 years ago, this neighborhood was different, quieter. …