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Raining

Sometimes you just want a cigarette.

By Ash TaylorPublished about a year ago 1 min read
Raining
Photo by Ian Talmacs on Unsplash

It was bloody raining. It dripped from the gutters and made a din on the rusty tin roof, the rata tat tat of a staccato tattoo. Goddamn yard was a swimming pool.

I shoved another cigarette in my mouth and let it dangle as I hunted for a lighter, one that was nowhere to be found.

“Oi Shazza, you seen m’light?”

“Outside!”

I stuck my head out the door, immediately drenched by God’s piss. There it was, taunting me in the rain. I struck it in the dry house, hoping the air was like tinder. Not a spark.

Fuck me.

Short StorySatireHumor

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Ash Taylor

Lover of fantasy and all things whimsical. Currently studying Writing and Publishing at UNE in Armidale, Australia. Living on Anaiwan land.

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Comments (2)

  • Grz Colmabout a year ago

    Love the colloquialisms in your piece!

  • Kendall Defoe about a year ago

    I really appreciate this, even as a nonsmoker... 🤔

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