the man started to light up his first cigarette of the day
thanks to sleep, his body was deprived of nicotine
and this will feel good
it was one of his few remaining joys.
its about twenty seven degrees Fahrenheit he reckons
his hands were cold
the lighter is colder
he has trouble getting a flame from it
but he gets it and in turn lights his cigarette
the nameless face hands the little yellow lighter over to his lady friend
her luck isn't as good as his
she gives up
they turn towards each other making the ends of their cigarettes kiss
passing on the flame.
windows open
with hopes for the smoke to make its way out
not the cold to make its way in.
goddamnit!
he burnt his finger on his cigarette.
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