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A harsh wind bit at the tails of his trench coat. In the deep recesses of his pockets a pack of cigarettes and a lighter, both of which were frosted over from a brief exposure to the weather, lay alongside thirteen dollars and forty seven cents; his life savings. The white of his breath and smoke contrasted sharply with his few yellow teeth, and his gray beanie cap sat crooked on his head, the top of one numb, black ear exposed. As he inhaled a calm seemed to spread within him, however the warmth of those tiny embers were insufficient to heat his emaciated body. He wouldn't last much longer. The city's brutal winter cold had ravaged him for ten years since he filed for bankruptcy. The suburban summers had steamed the rotton smell of his sweat into the fibers of his only set of clothes; he permanently reeked.
As he stumbled along the sidewalk his eyes glazed over. memories of his fa mily eviscerated his subconscious, the empty bottle of cheap liquor fell from his hand and shattered; the glass exploding out towards passers-by. As others waited patiently at the crosswalk, he pushed past drunkenly mumbling 'scuse me's and moves. A blurry reflection caught his gaze. In the ground floor windows of a skyscraper an emerald blur approached rapidly, it's chrome rims spinning wildly as their attached tires found no traction on the slick pavement. He inhaled one last time, and calm spread throughout his emaciated body.






Short story by Phill
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Written on 2010-01-08 at 21:13

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wow such vivid description and precise details. look forward to reading more
2010-01-09



Unfolding photgraphic film upon ones mind reading this short story..and in the waiting for the continuous stories you write of..

Brilliant and will keep this on pause for the next chapter:)

cheers

cyndi
2010-01-09