I Dont Want to Know
I Don’t Want To Know I had just finished my work at the store and was walking out to the parking lot where my car was parked. The first cigarette in four hours tasted damned good, these twelve hour days were pretty rough. A female voice came to my ears from out of the darkness. “You got one of those you could spare?” I pulled out my pack and my lighter and held them out. A hand reached out and took them from my hand. She lit up, handed the smokes and Bic back to me and said,