Stories tagged “cigarette”
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Waiting for Grace
This is my pre-coital cigarette. Breathe in. The filters are the only solid matter to pass my lips; I stub them in place. Breathe in. The smoke puddles, drips past the phlegm of my throat, expands into my lungs. Breathe out. The only taste is my tongue...
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Westward
“It’s beautiful.” “For all the wrong reasons”, I responded as I lit my cigarette and flicked the still burning match over the edge of the moving train. “It’s still beautiful”, said James defensively. R...
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Face Down on the Diving Board
Face down on the diving board, I stared into the chlorinated depths without really seeing. Though I knew it spoiled the melancholy repose I had to shift so my belt buckle wasn’t pinching me. Three piece suits are not made for lounging. To be fair...
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Rusty and Tequila, Up and Down
She gave my handiwork her usual look. I never knew what to make of it, except that it wasn’t exactly ‘pleased’ or necessarily ‘approving’. The violence was always done at her bidding or for her sake, so that didn’t m...
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listen...to the violent silence
She was watching him, waiting “You don’t know,” he started, “the silence, its killing me inside. I’m dying. The silence, isn’t it affecting you? Or am I the only one going insane?” The coffee was now resolved to a ring at the bottom of hi...
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the haven
Mac’s Tavern was a has-been. Or, it was from any outside standpoint. It was a cellar at most. A dark, dusty sanctuary of curated oddities, cracks in the walls, and darts rusted straight through the bulls-eye. At some point in its career, it had b...
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Dreams and Cypress Trees
The song cut through the humid air despite the tinge of static, “…doctor, doctor, gimme the news, I gotta bad case of lovin you…” “Orville, turn that down!” With one hand hold the cigarette out the window, one hand h...
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Smile
“So you have other models?” I threw my cigarette butt over the balcony while asking this. “Well define model. If you think the weird old lady that runs the fruit stand is considered a model, then sure, I have other models.” I ch...
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Dangerous Transactions
The threat of violence hung heavy in the air. Everyone in the room eyed each other. Someone was going to have to make the first move. It sure as hell wasn’t going to be me. That was a fast track to a cold slab. I was just here to make sure that i...
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Making Monday Nights Even Hotter
"Another cigarette?" his stoned voice asked, followed by a chuckle as his bare, muscular arm stretched over handing me a cigarette. Stoned and toned. We have fun.
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Apartment 704
Killing, whether being done by a man or observed, takes away one’s humanity. Killing another human being is akin to leaping off a tall building in the concrete jungle; it should not be taken lightly. When you see the spark go out in someone’...