Writing for today's 5-minute #freewrite prompt hosted by
Prompt: Cigarettes
He was sitting in a rickety chair they gave him, his head lolling loosely as smoke filled the room, making it look like he was floating in a sky full of billows.
There were no ashtrays in sight so he let the ashes fall down and pile up on the floor, sometimes he flicks them into the table.
A sloppy grin crossed his face as he reached for another cigarette. Is this the last one?
His right hand dangles on the armchair while his left hand brings the last stick, slowly, in a tired motion, between his crusty lips. He picks up the lighter and nonchalantly lights the fag.
He could taste the nicotine in his tongue and feel the tar build in his lungs. His right arm is starting to feel numb too, he will need to stretch them later.
They gave him 60 cigarettes to begin with and he’s been here five hours lighting one stick after the other. Being a cigarette tester is no easy job, but his young wife is going to deliver the baby soon, they need the money and this one pays well, by the stick.
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