Posted by Pete Cahill on February 10, 2006, 11:10:51 She was smoking Silk Cut Purple, a strong-enough brand, it seemed to me, for someone so slight. As I left the library I caught a brief winter sun-lit sight of her from the side as she applied her half-consumed cork-tipped cigarette to her small red lips, the colour of her cardigan. Her cute face showed her determination to extract relief and satisfaction from the cigarette, her pleasure greater than the winter cold shiveringly felt through her light clothing. It was a solitary smoke, not peer group supported, but perhaps a reward for having reached a certain well-defined stage in her still-continuing work schedule, shortly to be resumed. As I walked past I briefly glanced at her hand clutching her pack of ten. In all my view of this young seemingly committed smoker must have lasted eight seconds or less, but it has, if not made my day, certainly spiced it up a little. What joy, for the girl in her smoking and for me in the sighting, there can be in the small events of the day! And what pleasure I'll have later on tonight when I get a chance to remember the sighting, in the privacy of my own room.
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A student of about 18 or 19, blonde hair tied back, petite and slender with blue jeans and a red lamb’s wool cardigan, under which a white blouse, the top two buttons undone, stood on a Friday afternoon outside a college library.
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