As the days passed with you, I found less of a use for my Camel box.
But when I was alone, a thick fog would envelope me like a second skin.
This was one of those nights.
I felt the ash burn deep into my chest with each breath in I took, blowing it out like a dragon breathing fire.
"Your turn mate."
I pick up my pool stick and slouch back over to the pool table, assessing the situation before I finally took a shot. The ball sunk into a pocket effortlessly.
My partner, a man in his forties with a beer belly and an unshaven face, tilted back his ratty Sox cap to scratch his head. "Man, why did I wager again?"
I smiled. "Because you can't help yourself, Max."
He grumbled something back as I set up my next shot.
"So who's that gal you've been hangin' round with?"
My hand wavered as I went in to take my shot, sending the ball to veer off into a different direction. Max grinned with glee before taking my spot at the table.
"No one." I said.
"Shame. She's mighty pretty."
I shoved his shoulder, making him laugh and me light another cigarette. "She's too young for you."
"I don't know; I'm pretty popular with all types of ladies." He grins, wiggling his eyebrows. "Maybe put in a good word for me, hey? Any man would be lucky to get a piece of-"
I grabbed the front of his shirt and shoved him up the side of the wall.
"Woah, man-"
"Don't you ever talk that way about her again, or I'll shove that pool stick up where it really hurts. Understand?"
I didn't wait for a reply. I didn't wait for him to fish out the fifty he owed me. I just grabbed my coat and took a drag of smoke into my lungs, spinning on my heel and disappearing into the shadows where I belonged.
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Nicotine
Short StoryAbout a boy who smokes, And a girl who doesn't want him to, But mostly about how she seems to save him. © by Sydney Druckman 2022. Early matters subject to change.