Written by Jacob Ibrag
Pack of cigarettes, still in its
plastic. Erecting a one inch blade out of
her fingertip, she cuts through the plastic and
discards the appendage. Text message. She grabs her
phone and reads the notification, ‘hw abt nw?’ Unlit drag
hanging on the edges of her lips. Smoking Area. She inhales
and the cigarette listens, catching fire and providing what
she demands. Pack crushed in the palm of her left hand,
she tosses it away and begins to type. ‘Not yet and
maybe not in this existence. She hasn’t made
up her mind, you’ll have to be patient.’
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” She inhales and the cigarette listens, catching fire and providing what she demands.” Wow! Marvelous lines
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My pleasure
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Strong words you got there! β€
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Lovely! Leaves you wanting more!
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Thanks Penny π
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Awesome!
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Beautiful
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Beautiful words. Nice!
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Very nice!
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Thanks Gracia π
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Your Welcome!
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Hung on every word.
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Im in love with your pieces..id say addicted.
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I’m glad you’re enjoying them π
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Really nice
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