Nicotine Clouds (ON HOLD)

Standing at the front of the club, she gave Frank a kiss on his cheek to say goodbye as they went their separate ways.

So here she was - by herself stood on a Broadway that was in an eerily silent state that could not be ignored. The only company that she had at that moment was a single moth. It circled around the sphere of energy and warmth that was a streetlight. Maybe she should step closer to the company and onto the sidewalk and slowly make her way home: one step in front of the other.

The sky was overcast and heavy, the giant clouds were thick with anticipation as they made their way closer to the earth, urging a storm to come and water a giant plant bed with all of it's might.

The moth buzzed with delight as it tryed to get as close to the warmth as it could. Only, it didn't know that this fabled energy that it craved was fatal. If it got too close, that'd be it... There'd be a moth no more, just dust.

That is what everything turns into once it has finished it's working shift on this big... thing. We also start from dust too. We begin optimistic and hopeful of all of the things that we might be able to do with our lives whilst we have the chance. But then, as life goes on, there are things that we will say that we will do, but never do them.

We'll say that we'll do it later.

Talith didn't want to be one of those people that finished their lives regretting that she had not done all of the things that she ahd set out to do... But then again, don't we all?

Who knows what real dream consist of until they either come true or fall to their knees?

No one can tell you if something is dangerous before they turn to dust themselves - it is a vicious cycle that will never cease to exist

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Now that the girl's senses had adjusted from the thick and smoky air of her workplace, she decided that she would gorge herself on a smoke or two during her walk home.

She stepped onto the flagged concrete of the sidewalk from the sickly-sweet luxury of the marble that she had been walking amongst for the past ten or eleven hours. This was a shock to the system, teling her mind that she was finally back in the real world and she could do what she wanted to do.

But that was nothing - a cigarette would solve all of those simple problems, it would also calm the nerves that were climbing up to the top of her throat; they were trying to make her scream. She never liked the prospect of walking home in the dark.

Maybe she should wait until the light of morning came to greet her; perhaps she should ask Humphrey about the bonus whilst he was on his way out of the door?

With that thought, she wondered how long she had stayed at the bar talking to Frank, as he finished cleaning up at a different time every night - it depended how busy the place was...

Pulling up the sleeve of her jacket and peeling back her white glove slightly, she spied her grandmother's old watch strapped reassuringly to her left wrist. She gently tapped the glass face with a dainty knuckle of her index finger - this was more out of habit than doubt. She had always seen her father do the same when she was a young girl. His watch wqas unreliabe and worn, not totally dissimilar from himself.

The leather strap was always close to severing, but somehow he always managed to keep it together. This largely contrasted with his temper which one day did finally snap. But she did not want to think about that right now: she wanted to think about the task in hand.

A simple task of getting home and into bed after a long night's work.

As always, the watch was still ticking as she found when she held up her wrist to her ear closely, pulling back her hair so the sound was clear and uninterrupted. The watch had always been there, in the backdrop, for as long as she could remember. It was part of her and her family.

The Omega had a face possibly two inches in diameter, but still showed the time clearly to the owner: especially one with a keen eye such as Miss Henries here.

The face gleamed with rainbows that only mother of pearl could produce. The shallow depth of the many colours alternated with her pulse as her wrist moved to and from the light. It seemed that the watch was alive too - perfectly synchronised with the each and every move of the wearer.

Small pieces of yellow gold were then sprinkled onto the precious material, with such precision that can only be achieved by the finest of watchmakers. Four pieces of identical lengths where used in four positions around the circle. These very small yet significant pieces showed nine, twelve, three and six.