A short story - part one

The TWO-ROOM flat, on the third floor OF A BUILDING ON, Anelli Street stank of CLOTHES, fried eggs and piss. "ANOTHER man HAD lived THERE before him", thought Isaac, AS he OPENED the French window that looked OUT onto the terrace. The sun SHONE ON some beatles running into the cracked plaster. It was afternoon. The yellowish linoleum of the floor was BULGING and four matresses were piled in a corner.
Isaac fastened his necklace and went out onto the terrace. He breathed deeply. He missed Abeokuta, his birthplace. It was built in 1825 to escape to slave- traders. DIFFERENT tribes joined in that wonderful valley to live FREELY, protected by THE huge walls, made of mud, surrounding the area for miles.
Isaac closed his eyes. There was a lovely smell of cacao. It got into his nostrils. AS A CHILD, his parents HAD planted CACAO while he RAN across the rich valley. Far OFF he saw the big grey rocks. He could hear the hypnotic tom-tom of Youruba drums. His tribe mixed Catholic tradition with Voodoo. The powerful rattles "gong gong" could AWAKEN the evil spirits if INEXPERIENCED hands played them.

A short story - part one

The two-roomed flat on the third floor in Anelli street stank of closed, fried eggs and piss. An other man had lived there in before him, thought Isaac while he was opening the French window that looked onto the terrace. The sun lighted light shined on some beatles running into the cracked plaster. It was afternoon. The yellowish linoleum of the floor was bulgy and four matresses were piled in a corner.
Isaac fastened his necklace and went out onto the terrace. He breathed deeply. He missed Abeokuta, his birthplace. It was built in 1825 to escape to slave- traders. Differnt tribes joined in that wonderful valley to live free and protected by huge walls made of mud, surrounding the area for miles.
Isaac closed his eyes. There was a lovely smell of cacao. It got into his nostrils. His parents had planted it while he was running across the rich valley. Far from it he saw the big grey rocks. He could hear the hypnotic tom-tom of Youruba drums; His tribe mixed Catholic tradition with Voodoo. The powerful rattles gong gong could awake the evil spirits if inexperted hands played them.

very interesting start to a story I hope you continue. Only minor corrections.