Posted by Joe
on February 26, 2006, 14:46:14, in reply to "Eight seconds of my day!"
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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.
:
: 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.
:
:
I know exactly what you mean.
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