“I feel like having a smoke.”
“But I don’t want its stench anywhere around me.”
She gave him an incredulous look, “Oh my sweetheart, you are such a baby.”
He didn’t respond and kept on reading his book.
“Would you sometimes get out of this imaginary world of the books?” She asked, bringing the cigarette to her lips.
“And would you please not smoke? Anyhow, smoking isn’t allowed in the building. So, please respect the rules,” he lectured.
She ignored him laughing and lighted her cigarette and took a deep breath.
“Aha!” She exclaimed, exhaling out the horrid smoke.
“You are disgusting.”
And then it rang, the fire alarm.
“Please evacuate the building now. This is a fire alert. Kindly use the stairs, instead of the elevator. Thank you.”
*Well, the story does not compliment the photograph much. I just took the smoking part and introduced it into the story, to do something different, rather than writing about the gangs/drug lords; the idea I got when I looked at it for the first time. For VisDare 28.