Addictive Smoke

Posted at: 4:41 am
Filed under : Fiction, Heartbreaks, Life, Short Story


Your red eyes insisted for a cigarette. So you reached for one from the pack and sandwiched it between your thinning lips. Taking a match you repeadtedly lined it to the matchbox searching for a flame. At last, it surfaced. With trembling hands, you lit the cigarette. Gradually the scent of used tobacco encompassed you. The smoke you exhaled parted those thoughts keeping you wide awake. Hastily, the spent ashes colored your stained shirt and the cigarette sordidly shortened. So you put it out, on the nightstand.

In need of another cigarette, you found none, but matches you held plenty. So you lit match by match, enhaling the faint smell of smoke, and with a sad smile, you blew them out.

Your sleepless night., if only…

2 Responses so far

  1. 1

    Blue Dress said,

    July 4, 2007 @ 9:15 am

    Stop smoking

  2. 2

    your battlefield said,

    July 4, 2007 @ 10:27 am

    Blue Dress:

    LOL, truly truly one hell of a comment. Honey, I don’t smoke. It’s a mere short fictional story and its synopsis revolves around our decent healthy generation.

    I thank you for the comment, and I’m glad you think I smoke, cause that just tells me I captured the essence of a smoker.


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