http://slow.writerscafe.org/electricmango The original writings of author electricmango en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776073767 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 A man strolls nonchalantly down a narrow road. The aroma of fresh fish, gathers in his nostrils. "One Cigarette please," he calls to the shop keeper. "I'm sorry, we only sell fish," he replies. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/electricmango/1958316/ The days stretch on like a tasty taffy snack. I whisper, I shiver.I  E N J O Y. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/electricmango/1958312/