50 Word Stories: This Cigarette Romance

Richard M. Ankers


We met in the swirling cigarette smoke of a downtown bar. An accidental rendezvous, we collided mid-waft; I spilled my drink, she spilled her heart. Fate flung us together that night, two unlucky in love souls prone to bourbon distractions. We joked cigarettes saved us. The truth, they did.

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