This posted piece is Smoke Break – from my book Pieces: An Anthology sold on Amazon, Createspace, Barnes ad Noble.
When I lost my mom to cancer I became slightly self destructive (maybe a lot so…). I smoked cigarettes back to back because I figured…what the hell! You do everything right like eat healthy, work out, take your vitamins, get your regular checkups, never smoked but still that awful C word barges into your world and does its worst. Sneaking off to smoke were times and moments I wondered why bad things happened to good people, beautiful souls. Focusing on writing quelled a lot of the anger I had but I still don’t have that answer. Does anyone?