Vices
He was thinking about his abrupt phone conversation with her earlier in the day..
Sometimes his gushes of communication were like phone calls cut off by some inner censorship before they would be completed…
He lifted his head and listened.. A car engine..
This late in the night they come up on you like bad memories, but unlike a bad memory this one passed…
He lit a cigarette and puffed out smoke in angry kisses and poured himself a large one, which was what he had wanted all along….
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memories freeze and they never leave ..but time shall heal you I hope