The park, after dark

by Russell Palmer

  Russ had sat on the same bench for hours, chain-smoking his way through two packets of cigarettes. His lungs were seemingly taking the brunt of the awful day he’d had, and sat in a not-to-safe park in the darkness of 2 AM, it seemed his body could soon be taking some of that weight too.

   He knew that this was unsafe, but he couldn’t smoke at home and figured his day couldn’t get worse so he had let the darkness come. The most he could lose was some blood and his fags, and they were mostly gone now anyway.

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