The Last Cigarette

Prose by Donna Faulkner née Miller

May 2, 2022

His last cigarette.
A final drag. Aged fifty-two. 
A mug of tea and a smoke,
 
his last indulgence. 
He was already laid out cold.
This version of him. 
 
My Dad 
Resembling a toy 
with missing batteries.

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