I took another drag from my cigarette, welcoming the spicy draw as it lightly pricked the back of my throat. As I released the smoke through my nose and noticed the five other buds piled along the windowsill I smiled.

I hadn’t touch a cigarette in almost four years and was convinced when I stopped that I’d never pick one up again. I looked down at nearly half empty pack and slide the cheap drug store lighter along my fingers. I wanted another one, and I didn’t.

I needed to toss the cigarettes and the lighter and leave. Instead, I…

Gia Jackson

Film junkie. Dramedy writer/blogger & sarcastic enthusiast. Film/TV & book junkie. #Diversity & LGBTQ+ supporter. I’ll write things you’ll love or hate.

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