a perfectly rolled cigarette was perched between her index finger and her thumb , burning silently into the cold winter air. she wanted a smoke to calm her nerves , but the way her mind wandered off to another existential plane had her forgetting it was even there in the first place. “ you know , i don’t think i’ve had a cigarette since my divorce , “ she softly spoke , more to herself than to the person in her vicinity. “ it’s a gross habit , but its not the worst one i’ve could’ve picked up. “ silence ensued , the heat from the embers warming her fingers as it burned on. finally taking a drag from the half that was left , cerulean hues met with the other , a quick , faltering smile glowing on her lips. “ do you want one ? they’ll go stale by the time i smoke through the box. “
