Cigarette and Snow.



It hadn’t been going on for long yet as soon as Jax stepped outside everything was covered in thick white snow. Marbles of water fell down frozen just long enough to turn in to frail ice, falling on top of each other, mounting.  It created that otherwise dull car park something beautiful and magnificent.  Jax twitched his fingers.  With all the divine nature around him he still needed to get home, he had been delaying it for a while now.  His wife always pestered him to quit smoking, and so far he’s not had a smoke in weeks.   He knew however, that as soon as he got home he would want to start again; he didn’t need the added stress.  It had not been a good day.  Jax carried a packet of Camels with him wherever he went, even thought he had quit.  He liked knowing they were there.  He wife called them his teddy bears, they didn’t need to do anything, they just needed to be there.  It didn’t help today’s hell, another unneeded joke against his Achilles heel.  As he got into his car the screen was glazed over.   He got into the driver’s seat and sat there, knowing that no one outside of his car could see in, he felt that he was four years old again.  Therebut never acknowledged.  It was nice to feel innocent and unnoticed after a long stretch of continuously needing to be accountable for your actions.  The engine rumbled.   He kept the heating on low, afraid that as soon as the screen of snow melted off he would be once again all to seen to the world outside.   
It had been cold for a while but Jax still refused to put on the heating.  A gentle dim of light fell from the orange street lamp nearby.  He thought he was warm enough.  He tried to drift off to sleep but he was constantly awaken by the thought that he might not be able to wake back up again.  Instead he fastened his seat belt and prepared to go home. 
The wheels imprinted on the ground as the tyres slowly rolled up the road, he looked over at his opened dashboard.  A cigarette had pronounced itself out of the packet.  Jax drummed his finger tips on the wheel, the craving was over powering.  He gazed his eyes towards the side mirror, the road was deserted apart from Jax and his car.  He extend his arm towards the packet, grabbing the cigarette by the filter, it carried the packet with it.  Raising it out off the packet with his teeth he let it rest between his lips, he looked and stumbled for a lighter to find one buried in the passenger seat.  The car swerved as he saw an old man blind drunk stumbling in front of him.  His car losing control hit a road block, Jax looking out of the window saw that he was miles above a canyon.  He tried his doors: locked.  Feeling the car drop Jax once again stumbled for the lighter.  If there was ever an excuse to have one, he’d found it.  The car fell of the canyon with Jax inside as it landed Jax heard a snap, likely to be his legs.  The car was about to drop again, this time only down a steeper fall.  He noticed to his right that the doors were no longer jammed.  He crawled out finally lighting his cigarette.
“It’s  a Christmas miracle!” Jax proclaimed as the car plummeted to its doom.
Jax didn’t care much that it was mid January.  He finished his cigarette not caring too much if his wife complains.  He had his fix tonight.  It’s all he ever really wanted anyway.

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