VINTAGE

Ken looked around him. This town looked far better than the previous one and the people here looked less hostile, yet it was more notorious. Neon lights lit up the streets as everyone hurried back home. The cars here looked better, the houses were more erect and looked modest. As he went up the street, he saw a group of tough-looking men sitting and smoking in silence. Two of them carried knives. He silently walked past them. Let sleeping dogs lie. The people gave him soul piercing gazes. A group of girls were looking at him and talking excitedly among themselves. As he passed by them, they giggled and gave him flirty smiles. He walked past them. He badly needed a smoke. He felt in his pockets the cursed. He was out of cigarettes.