Another share from a writers group prompt. Feedback always welcome
Ben sat at the table alongside Craig, reached for his packet of Winfield Reds and took one out, it moved to his mouth in a flash and his hand was back for the lighter flicking it and lighting the cigarette in Olympic qualifying pace. He could smoke for Australia.
“Those things will kill you mate, you need to go easy” Craig said
“Nah, I only buy the ones that harm pregnant women, I’m all good” Ben said flippantly “Besides it’s only killing me slowly”
“I never told how me mate Macca died from one pack of ciggies did I? And he never even got to finish smoking the pack” Craig lured Ben with a story
“Bullshit, how?” Ben took the bait
“Well he was at the pub and he ran out of darts, so he went to the machine and he put his money in but nothing come out, so he’s pretty desperate for a fix so he starts kicking the machine and shoving it and eventually starts rocking it back and forward until the whole bloody thing topples over on him and crushes him. Dead. Then the pack falls out of the chute, I’m telling you those things will kill you”
fell in love with a girl 