THE LINE

" i'm with you till the end of the line buddy" he said. With a weak voice. And then it happens. He's gone. His father, he's gone. " i'm never going to be able to see him again" The boy said in realisation. And then it hits.

Duplicity [h.s]

"Smoking is bad, you know." The placid voice speaks up from the distant dark corner, nothing to see but a tall silhouette and an orange glow of a cigarette cherry. "It's the least of my problems," I murmur with my own between my lips, proceeding to feel the stagnant debris valley my throat when I suck delicately. He...