Friday, 5 July 2013

Response 3: The last day

“Pass me a ciggie Lucy”

Lucy - the love of my life. We met while we were still teenagers, had been through thick and thin.  I can’t imagine my life without her.

I remember the first time I saw her, she looked like an angel.  I was smitten.  I had tried to act the hard man, but was fooling no one.

It had taken seven months to convince her to go on a date.  We were married two months later. 

“Go on love, I promise I’ll give up after this one”.  I broke into a cackling laugh, turning into a painful cough as I struggled to get my breath.  I pulled the oxygen mask over my mouth.


I held her hand as we looked over the snow-capped Swiss Alps.  As a last day this was as good as it gets, a good view, a good woman… but no final cigarette.

2 comments:

  1. Oh heck, this story should be enough to make anybody quit.

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