Die Writing


Posted in Uncategorized by erdaron on November 14, 2010

The two of them came out of the diner into the bracing night air. The girl pulled up her jacket, looked at her cell phone and laughed. The guy was fumbling in his pockets for something.

“It’s past three in the morning! I haven’t done this since college.”

“Yeah,” he laughed, finally producing a pack of smokes. With shivering hands, he brought it up to his face and gently pulled out a cigarette with his lips.

“You smoke?” She asked, shifting her weight back.

“I’m not without failings,” he answered, looking for a light.

“Neither am I,” she said quietly. She wrapped her hand around his, and pulled the pack up a little bit. Flipped the top with her thumb. Reached over and with her thin lips pulled out a cigarette, lipstick staining the filter.


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