Ten Wildebeests in a Teacup (johnboze) wrote,
Ten Wildebeests in a Teacup

He pulled out a cigarette, his sole vice, flicked his lighter, and set it alight. Drawing back hard, he couldn't seem to get smoke form the cigarette. He pulled it away from his lips and examined the business end. Glowing, small wisps of smoke emerging, he poked it with his pinky-ow- yes, hot too. But, drawing on it again, no smoke for Ted. Holding the cigarette at arms length and thinking harder than he'd thought in some time, Ted noticed something alarming. The smoke produced from the burning tip was trailing up, slowly, but then stopping, turning around, and drifting in slow spirals toward the ground. Perfect spirals, mathematic and beautiful...
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