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Smokers Dam : Smoking story

I looked down the side of the dam. The flood gates were closed today. It had not rained in some time. I leaned over the rail, waiting for my contact. The breeze drove dryly from the south as I watched the occasional cloud wander by in the deep mango-colored sunset. The sun itself had slipped behind the western hills of the valley this dam was nestled between. I was told to meet him here at sunset. Was he late, or was I early. Was sunset when there was no light left to him? I took out a sleek metal case, and pushed a little latch on it, which made it pop open with an almost inaudible click. I rather thoughtlessly reached into it and selected one of the cigarettes contained inside, and rolled it between my fingers absentmindedly for a while, looking at the water far below. I looked at the silver metal case again. I could see my reflection in it. My short blonde hair cut to my neck, and my green eyes almost piercing in this light. I smiled, confident in my appearance for this type of meeting, and I put the case away. I brought out my lighter. One of those metal butane lighters with the copper bead in the mouth of it, which makes the flame turn green. I lit the wind-proof flame and watched it shift color, and lit my cigarette with it.

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Relax : Smoking story

As I looked at her sitting there in the white wicker chair, I was reminded, I think, a little of my aunt. Or was it my friend’s niece? Oh, who cares, it’s not terribly important. What was important was, she was the one who knew where it was. The thing that I lost. She was silent for a long time.

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Where There Is Smoke : Smoking story

I was hurrying down the street one chilly Friday evening, heading for my car after putting in a few hours at the office, when I noticed a woman standing on the sidewalk directly ahead of me, in front of an old, downtown church. She was desperately trying to get a cigarette lighter to work. And as I got closer, I was surprised to recognize her – Chelsea Madsen, an incredibly sexy woman I’d dated many years earlier.

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Calming Fires : Smoking story

The camera gazed unfeeling upon Lillian, as she groped the breast pocket of her boyfriend’s flannel shirt, which she had thrown on hastily, when she realized she was late. She sat now, in a mostly empty room, waiting. It would be a while before the agency admitted her, to take her information and possibly bring her on board for whatever purpose they intended.

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Island Smoke : Smoking story

As the sun slowly sank over the ocean, Maria sighed softly and leaned back in the large wooden swing and kicked her feet, making herself go back and forth slowly. It was so relaxing. No one was here but her. She literally had almost the entire island to herself. Maria had been visiting friends over the holiday, and they had all headed home, but the boat that was to come and get her was delayed by equipment problems for a day. So, for tonight, she was here on her own.

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Smoking Snow : Smoking story

Yanno, there’s nothing like a good cigarette, especially the relaxing affect it has on me. I’m sure I’m not the only one, but I do so enjoy a good smoke. Just sit back and relax, nothing going on except paying attention to when to flick the ashes before they tumble from the lit cherry onto your pants, couch or the floor. That bugs me. Be in mid inhale, relaxing and your lips twitch just slightly and down go the ashes completely breaking your serene state as you frantically dust off or scoop up the ashes, more often than not making a bigger mess.

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