I think he’s dead now

Posted on April 22, 2016 by Don Sars

Whilst visiting the thrift-store in Rotterdam something caught my eye.
It was small, odd, strange.
Why? Why put it up there?

I have a vivid imagination but this encounter with the mirror created a dark story in my mind.

I know I’m about to die.
Just a few packets of cigarettes to smoke and my lungs thickly layered with tar will fail to provide me with the oxygen I need.
I was diagnosed half a year ago, I new something was wrong but I didn’t dare see a doctor.
I enjoyed smoking, lighting my lighter, hearing the sound it makes when I inhale, seeing the glow at the tip of my cigarette when the air goes through, feeling the soothing sensation when the nicotine reached my nervous system.
Quitting was never an option.
Last week my doctor told me it was going to be over soon, maybe a couple of weeks to live.
I bought a new lighter, glued it to my mirror so that every time I lighted one of my last cigarettes I had to look at myself.
I was emaciated, weakened and terrified but I could see myself smiling, lighting my lighter, hearing the sound it makes when I inhale, seeing the glow at the tip of my cigarette when the air goes through, feeling the soothing sensation when the nicotine reached my nervous system.

Sorry about this story.
I prefer bright and light stories, next time, when I see something uplifting, spring is here.
And I don’t smoke, never have, never will.

And I’ve been away for a while.
Working on my other business:
Vintage Furniture Base

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