Cigarette (Zipless part six)

We conclude the debauchery of Zipless! And we discover that our lovers… well, I’ll let you see for yourself.



His fag hangs between his lips. Blowing circles into the air. I want to ask his name. I wanted to ask if he had noticed me all those other times.

There is a need for words now.

And thank fuck, because he finally speaks.

“This was a long time coming, right?” he growls in a hybrid Irish accent. I’m rendered speechless by it and give a nod.

“What’s your name?”

“Cara.” I say softly.

He smiles. “Brendan. ”

He puts out his cigarette and puts an arm around my shoulder. He feels comfortable.

He feels like a new beginning.

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