Chronos devouring his son #short-story #writing

Time seems to slow like running water gone still. Haunted and lost with the ghosts of the
minds’ windmill and 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. It’s what gives life its worth!
Black crescent moons drew themselves like bags of filth under his eyes. His irises darted around
the room as he slowly soaked in its white walls. He was sitting, back leaning against the wall,
sheets covering one leg; The other: was bent and utilised as support for his head.

Slowly, he brought a cigarette to his lips and lit its tail end. The cigarettes’ extremity
bloomed red deep like cherry lipstick as he breathed in its sweet poisonous relief. As the smoke escape the aperture of his lips he thought – picturing gun-smoke – he saw himself in it. Much alike gun-smoke, he was the product of a violent act.

The result of the orange mist descending upon his male progenitor one evening. The mist of a voracious, lustful appetite for the sensual pleasures of the meat.

That same night, ‘father’ searched and found satisfaction in ‘mother’. Rape is what they called it. A violation of the fundamental right to one’s body – making temporary use of someone else’s body to satisfy your own bodies’ desires.
Effectively reifying them; dismissing them as: mere flesh, blood, and sex.
Dad had been subjected to physical violations himself during his budding years, at least, according to the authorities. Perhaps, was it to understand? Understand what had happened to him as a child thought Barnaclos…
a product of pain will breed pain.

Fortunately enough, ‘mother’ had opted to keep him. Being from a Catholic family had
taught her every life counts. Even an embryonic one. She, however, despised him bitterly, throughout his eighteen long years. She tried not to, but, was unable to conceal her true feelings. As he grew to resemble her aggressor, she felt nothing but resentment towards him; regarding him with fear.

Why let me live, to hate me? Perhaps, just like father thought Barnaclos it was to
understand.
He felt like an experiment… a therapeutic substance imbued with life.
Slowly, Barnaclos took another drag from the cigarette. A red rose sprung from its ghost
end, paring down the body with its glaring heat. As he exhaled, the smoke danced before his eyes, and, ‘they’ appeared.
Father, Mother, and I, dancing in the smoke.

*pang*

A vaporous infectious shadow cast itself on the white walls, where red roses now bloomed as gun-smoke spread through the air.

🥀

The circle is broken.

Written by Issa Dioume

Author’s blog : Writing, Improving, Coffee

20 thoughts on “Chronos devouring his son #short-story #writing

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  1. Hey Issa, just wondering, what inspires you to write in depth stories like this? You are brilliant! I love the style and the plot and the emotions are just too real! Well done!

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  2. An amazing piece of literature… your words flatter me… I am glad that you enjoyed this piece to such an extent. What is the question still lingering in your mind? I will answer it to the best of my abilities. Thank you for reading my work, I appreciate it. I will be reading your next written works when you will publish them.

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  3. Hmm not sure I if I should reveal that. The last sentence ‘the sentence is broke’ reveals there was some sort of vicious cycle going on with people of his blood. If it’s ended you could say it means he has killed himself or you can interpret it as him killing the history of his family as though he were the last petal to fall off a rose 🥀 He feels he is destined to become a violent man because of his past and his parents’. He does not truly know love since his mother kept him only for the sake of her religious belief and not because she wanted to have him. Which is understandable given what happened to her. I left it up to readers to interpret it in their own way I think you can choose what happened and it will be the truth. 🙂

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