A Last Cigarette

I think of my last cigarette.

I smoked it on my fire-escape in Brooklyn.

Across the street a woman got dressed with her curtains open. I felt shame for smoking and accidentally becoming a peeping Tom. She was vaguely human shaped, but I knew she was naked for the brief moments I sat there watching.

A took a final drag and tossed the butt onto the greasy cement landing of the restaurant on the first floor.

I watched the filter smoke for a minute deciding I was more frustrated from having just smoked then satisfied.

I haven’t smoked in five years.

But I think smoking destroyed my ability to ever be satisfied.

So now I run mile after mile hoping one day to find… something.

Published by Bryan Aiello

Raised on Florida’s Gulf Coast, Bryan served in the Army, graduated from the University of South Florida and now calls Brooklyn home. For more of his fiction and updates on his podcasts, follow him on Twitter: @bryaiello and Reddit: /u/voyage_of_roadkill.

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