Smoking is a mature way to cope with our feelings about life… a little kid inside a grown-up’s body. Let’s watch the little kid…
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Write a paragraph of fiction or a poem to accompany the image.
The picture prompt for this week is below:
An Adult Smoking and Coping (A Fantasy)
I don’t care what they say or do.
Who do they think they are?
I am not going to change or be the one that backs down on this.
I did the last time, but they are not going to run my life this time.
I’ve come too far to go back now.
Gloria, are you listening to me?
Turn around and stopping watching what’s going on back there.
It’ll just make them think we care.
And your hands on your hips are a great touch of attitude, but looking back like that only gives them more power.
You need to smoke. Turn around. A cigarette will take your mind off what they’re trying to do to us.
You do realize it’s us… not just me.
Damn it, Gloria, turn around. Don’t let them run your life.