Jazz sighed as he lit his fifth cigarette allready that morning. As he inhaled he stared at the driveway willing Lucy's car to pull up. He looked down at his feet and noticed he had been pulling the plasters off his arm. Oh well, he thought, without Lucy here it can just get infected. Jazz turned and walked back up the steps into the apartment building as he absentmindedly continued to pick at the remaining plasters. He slumped into his chair and stared at the wall covered in photographs of him, Lucy and Ko.
"Please come home." He whispered as silent tears escaped from his eyes.
