"Today at Andiamo I watched as a pallid old woman smoked a cigarette. She sat at the bar alone, hunched over the edge in way that seemed to perfectly illustrate the weight of her years. Her hair was as white as the smoke that slowly permeated out past her quivering lips. But more then anything else she seemed fragile and unreal; as if she might dissipate into nothingness at any moment. Each puff spoke, "I've tried to quit but now it doesn't matter". At first I felt compelled to reach out to her in some way. But in the end I gave in. I decided she was right. It didn't matter."
Monday, February 22, 2010
interestinggg?
As a writing student, I am obviously always interesting in those who are talented writers. My friend's brother updated his facebook status to this and I couldn't stop rereading it because I found the visual of the whole scene to be so interested and thought he was so eloquent in how he wrote it:
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