The cigarette smoke swirled in to the early morning air, which was thick with fog and the smell of tobacco. She stared at the man with wide raspberry eyes, her brown hair pushed behind a black and white hair band, in the small glow of the cigarette when the man sucked her brown skin shimmered. “You shouldn’t smoke dad” she whispered to him tightening her coat around her body, as the morning breeze came through, the man stared down at his daughter with a smile “sorry Sandry, I’m trying to break the addiction” he flicked the object and smooshed it out under his boot, “now then shall we go?” he asked scratching his greasy scalp, Sandry nodded, the two family members picked up their items as the bus came to a stop and opened it’s doors.
Annette 2.o · Fri Feb 20, 2009 @ 10:30pm · 0 Comments |