Faint Smell of Cigarette Smoke

There was a faint smell of cigarette smoke. Had she started smoking again? As if to confirm it, the red embers of a cigarette stub lay on the carpet by the skirting of the wall.

The maple side table had been pushed out as if Siobhan was in a hurry. And sure enough she had beaten past me – her shadow took me by surprise when she opened the mud room door and headed to the car.

I tried to ask her about the smoke; and tell her that she needed to be back in time for me to take the bikes to the repair shop – but she’d already slammed the door before I’d started the sentence.

Photo from PickPik.

Campsite Reconciliation with the Cold Cousin

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Two Women, One a Smoker the Other a Drinker

Two women, one a drinker one a smoker

I am in a bar with two couples some years younger than me, maybe in their twenties. They are hooked up already, one couple, one side of the booth, the other couple opposite; with me sitting on a chair, next to the second couple.

I fancy the platinum blonde with the long curly hair and would like to go out with her, especially now they talk about swapping partners.

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