It was windy and the dusk was transmogrifying lento into night. Dick is in his late 20's, standing outside a cafe reclining against a brick wall. He was staring at a cigarette that was reposing between his fingers. And suddenly it starts to twiddle around his fingers. He is feeling angst and the swirling of the cigarette has now become so rapid that it got tattered. The tobacco fillings flew away with the cold winds. He sighed but for only a lapse of a moment the anxiety crept back. He unraveled the pack of cigarette from his pocket and draws another fag.
He reluctantly put the stick to his lips. With an affirmative nod of head he fastens his lips around it. He then lifts his left hand snap his finger close to the front of his reconciled cigarette.
He snaps it again. Befuddled he looks at his thumb with an inquisitive countenance.
He again snaps it but nothing substantial happened. In frustration and withdrawal craving he started snapping his fingers with a non-stop and augmenting patter. The result was same as before, nothing, though he might have burned some calories along with the skin of his thumb.
But this burning sensation was nowhere near to the impregnable frenzy which he was feeling inside.
"Just this last time you cold hearted son of a… aah!" and he continues clicking his fingers until the thwarting rage gets the better of his addiction. He flung the cigarette and the pack into the breeze and falls back to the patronage of the brick wall of that cafe.
The shopbell at the ingressive door of the cafe rings gently. He reacts to the aural stimulus and glimpse at the door.
A enthralling woman walks out of the door wearing an efflorescent dress and a pearl necklace enwrapped around her nape. She draws a cigarette from her purse and puts it in between her burgundy lips. Dick brushes his hair back to get a good look at her.
See recons the insides of her ostentatious purse ardently. "Shit!" she yells “argh!” with her hands lifted up in frustration.
‘No light for her stick either. Is the universe sending me some signal?' thought the otherwise cynical mind of Dick.
Here they were, pining for something lethal but bereft of the most indispensable invention of human race; FIRE!
He wished he could show her his fire as he obliviously observes her leaning back on the same brick wall.
She looks at him and their eyes locked for few seconds of eternity. He immediately looks down as if following a military command. She rolls her eyes and with a titter of head looks in the other direction.
There was a tall sturdy man in his late 30’s, standing on the other side of the cafe door, blowing out the same evil. The man looks at her and her un-enkindled cigarette. He pulls out a lighter from the breast pocket of his suit. He proffers it by wiggling it and throws a leery smirk at her. Again rolling her eyes she looks straight. The man shrugs and turns around towards the other side exhaling a humongous cloud of smoke.
Mean while Dick was witnessing all of this and now his craving for a fag has been transmogrified into a languish to provide that girl with his fire. After pondering and biting her lower lip for a minute (which Dick found very erogenous) she decides to relinquish the support of the wall and starts moving towards the stalwart.
Dick's heartbeat shoots up as if somebody had pulled a 16th century gun on him. He helplessly looks at his left hand where his fingers are despondently brushing his thumb.
He snaps them with a passionate determination and it lights with the brightest of the flames he has ever witnessed.
With a lightning fast jerk of his head towards her direction Dick screams in desperation "EXCUSE ME!”
He reluctantly put the stick to his lips. With an affirmative nod of head he fastens his lips around it. He then lifts his left hand snap his finger close to the front of his reconciled cigarette.
He snaps it again. Befuddled he looks at his thumb with an inquisitive countenance.
He again snaps it but nothing substantial happened. In frustration and withdrawal craving he started snapping his fingers with a non-stop and augmenting patter. The result was same as before, nothing, though he might have burned some calories along with the skin of his thumb.
But this burning sensation was nowhere near to the impregnable frenzy which he was feeling inside.
"Just this last time you cold hearted son of a… aah!" and he continues clicking his fingers until the thwarting rage gets the better of his addiction. He flung the cigarette and the pack into the breeze and falls back to the patronage of the brick wall of that cafe.
The shopbell at the ingressive door of the cafe rings gently. He reacts to the aural stimulus and glimpse at the door.
A enthralling woman walks out of the door wearing an efflorescent dress and a pearl necklace enwrapped around her nape. She draws a cigarette from her purse and puts it in between her burgundy lips. Dick brushes his hair back to get a good look at her.
See recons the insides of her ostentatious purse ardently. "Shit!" she yells “argh!” with her hands lifted up in frustration.
‘No light for her stick either. Is the universe sending me some signal?' thought the otherwise cynical mind of Dick.
Here they were, pining for something lethal but bereft of the most indispensable invention of human race; FIRE!
He wished he could show her his fire as he obliviously observes her leaning back on the same brick wall.
She looks at him and their eyes locked for few seconds of eternity. He immediately looks down as if following a military command. She rolls her eyes and with a titter of head looks in the other direction.
There was a tall sturdy man in his late 30’s, standing on the other side of the cafe door, blowing out the same evil. The man looks at her and her un-enkindled cigarette. He pulls out a lighter from the breast pocket of his suit. He proffers it by wiggling it and throws a leery smirk at her. Again rolling her eyes she looks straight. The man shrugs and turns around towards the other side exhaling a humongous cloud of smoke.
Mean while Dick was witnessing all of this and now his craving for a fag has been transmogrified into a languish to provide that girl with his fire. After pondering and biting her lower lip for a minute (which Dick found very erogenous) she decides to relinquish the support of the wall and starts moving towards the stalwart.
Dick's heartbeat shoots up as if somebody had pulled a 16th century gun on him. He helplessly looks at his left hand where his fingers are despondently brushing his thumb.
He snaps them with a passionate determination and it lights with the brightest of the flames he has ever witnessed.
With a lightning fast jerk of his head towards her direction Dick screams in desperation "EXCUSE ME!”
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