“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.