She lay with her eyes closed.
It had been a week. This was getting harder.
“Breathe in deeply. Hold your breath. Slowly exhale. When I snap my fingers you’ll open your eyes. You’ll feel powerful, strong and ready to face life without cigarettes.”
Meditation over, she made her way to the party.
Once the food was eaten the difficulty started.
“I’m going for a ciggie. You coming?”
Everyone followed without her. She sat alone.
She caved after 5 minutes. She’d rather have friends and smoke than be lonely.
Throat cancer took her 4 years later.
Her friends finally quit.
#FLASHFICTION101 OCTOBER 2021 SHORTLISTED ENTRY
All work remains copyright of the owner. No reproduction of this work is permitted without written permission from the author detailed here. If you wish to contact the author, please contact Tortive Theatre.