Charade

New thing up on CC. Is smoking bad for you? Yeah but not as bad as other things.

Conceited Crusade

This week’s prompt: write something that can be read in the time it takes to smoke a cigarette.

—put the spark to the tip, handed back the lighter. He was on the stairwell with the smokers because girls who smoke are down. Vice begets further vice. A hundred dollars all these women have back or thigh tattoos. Dreamcatchers or floral spirals or some shit, hidden by the sundress hem.

Chatter and neon. He just stood cool and took a drag. Pretending to smoke. Which he only did in these exact moments, on stairs outside bars. Just held it in his mouth before exhaling.

Drag.

Part of the act. Nightlife performance art. Wardrobe, body language, brush up on the backstory, prep the soundbites. He had some good stuff chambered tonight. Because he’d had six days to sift through the dreck in his head and stitch together a script.

If he stood next…

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5 thoughts on “Charade

  1. At first I thought it was an enigmatic ending, then caught on. Shutting off because the cigarette was done. Clever twist.

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