Short Story Sunday. Week 5.
Jan 31, 2021
Vince can’t pick up the kids from school
Jack stood watching the cigarette burn down to a lazy finger of ash.
‘Ya just gonna let it fall on your pants?’
Vince sat on the corner of the bed, eyes glazed and silent.
Jack stared at Vince’s nicotine-stained fingers. His nails looked innocent, like pearls yet to be pulled.
The finger of ash fell.
Jack sighed.
