Newsies Short Stories

Sprace- Race's Cigar

Everyone just assumed Race had Cigars because he liked the taste and the smell. When nobody had actually asked him why.

Race and Spot were sat on the docks near Brooklyn bridge. Spots feet were dangling just above the water, Races head in his lap. Spot looked down at Race who currently had his famous cigar between his lips.

"Racer, why do you always have cigars? Do you just like the taste?" Spot asked. Race sat up.

"Let me tell you a story. As a child I was the biggest restless child you could ever meet. I couldn't sit still, I just fidgeted all the time. An older newsies who went by the name of Smokes came up to me with a cigar. I think he really couldn't stand me fidgeting all the time. He told me to try the cigar. At first it tasted horrible and disgusting it also smelt it" Race twiddled the cigar between his fingers as he spoke. "But the feel of it in my hand and mouth made me feel something. It gave me something to do so I would stayed focused, it made me relax. The reason I don't like anyone touching or stealing my cigars is because it brings me back to reality. I don't think I'd be able to have to conversation right now with my cigar. I'd probably be swimming"

Spot smiled at Race, he listened to every word his boyfriend had said.

"As your beautiful boyfriend, I promise to make sure that nobody steals your cigars or that you always have one" Spot said in a protective way.

Race smiled at his boyfriend who lent in a kissed him.

From that point on Race always had a cigar and Spot made sure of that.