The Smokehouse of Iron Cigarette Indulgence
He pulled the old rig out to the curb. A whole pack of Reds were waiting. The air was thick with the aroma of diesel and burnt cigarettes. Iron Mike lit up, took a long puff, and let out a cloudthat serpent's breath. He leaned back on his pickup, watching the world go by.
A dog
A few cars
Tys