*taras perspective*
Tara walked into the shop, she only needed cigarrettes but the line already had 3 people waiting. She walked up to the person at the back, her name workplace name badge said shannon (your wife) "hey, can i jump infront, i just need one thing" said tara, hoping. "Emm, yeah sure go ahead" shannon said, not realy thinking too hard about it. Tara got to the front, she requested her brand of cig, the worker turned and grabbed the pack, proceding to scan and drop it on the counter. Tara paid and grabbed her cigarrettes, shoving them ibto her tight jeans pocket. Once outside she grabbed for the pack, opening it she took out a cigarrette, she placed it between her lips, gripping it with them, lightly tounging the end. She reached for her lighter, pulling it out she lit it, the yellow flame wiggling in the breeze. She brought it up to the tip of the cig, it cought and began to burn. She took blew a billow of smoke out her mouth and nose, she continued smoking for a few minutes. When the cigarrette was almost all tge way down to her lips she took it out of her mouth, looking around there was nowhere to dispose of it properly, so she simply dropped it to the ground and lifted her left, dirty white converse. She diddnt even stomp or grind the cigarrette out, she simply stepped onto it then continued walking without looking back...
Copyright 2000 - 2024 21 x 20 Media All rights reserved. This site is property of 21 x 20 Media
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.13 seconds at 11:36am on Dec 23, 2024 via server WEBX2.