smoke break

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: True Confessions  |  House: Booksie Classic

a young chap getting advice from someone at the smoking corner

I took a deep breath, taking in as much nicotine as I could before I let it out, "this is going to be a long night buddy." Laughing it off as I stared at this young energetic fella asking me for a puff. He never smoked before, but after what seemed like a long, tiring day, he guess he's try out this supposed stress reliever. Somehow he thought this was much better than letting off some steam.

Clad in his Class of 2016 T-Shirt that was quite well fitted, didn't look too bad, I don't really know what was bothering him so much he decided to chat with a stranger like me. No homo but maybe he's into older men.

He told me everything. I came here every Saturday to cool off and he seemed to pick up on this and somehow we became good friends. Poor chap seemed to only have me as a friend.

"You know each time I make a new friend it's like sticking a nail on my throat. Each time you need to talk to them, you drive it a little bit further inside. There's a limit but once it's all the way inside you either fuck it and you're done with this shit and spit it out or you hold it in and swallow it down, then it becomes a pain in the ass and once you've passed it out you feel like wow, finally got rid of this toxic shit."

Here I stood, finally hearing him speak up about his problems. Jokingly, I asked "so you decided to spit or swallow in my case", also checking if he was really into older men, in which case I should probably fuck off.

He gave me a weird look, "what the fuck didn't know you were into ???" and I chuckled "come on buddy you literally said spit or swallow the nail and gave me a bunch of flags", to which he realised what shit he landed himself in.

"Ok buddy, it's like this cigarette here. You start sucking on it and it gets more and more addictive even though at this point I already know how toxic it is to my health. But it's fun yah. Do something that makes you happy, not some hammering, pounding, and a bunch of ass splitting work you got there."

He never got to take a puff, but that day was also the last time I saw him. I stopped smoking after a while. I realised my problem wasn't with the smoking, but with facing my past self.


Submitted: November 28, 2020

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