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Entropy

By Kage-Ryu

"Wanna ciggie?"
"Huh? Oh, nah, it's cool mate."
"You sure?" Incredulous look.
"Oh. Yeah, maybe one."

There it was in my hand, my first cigarette, thin and faintly pungent... I had no idea how to use a lighter. I didn't have to say anything, I just sort of raised and clenched it in between my lips, a flame was lifted and...

How was I to know you were meant to inhale when first lighting?

It took a few shots. Awkward, long silences filled the time between my cigarette giving a half-hearted red glow that promptly retired itself and my next try. Eventually though, sticky smoke swirled about half-way down my windpipe... Reputation be damned, I had to get it out of there. I coughed and coughed and coughed and thought I was going to be sick.

"Got a cold."

My red-faced explanation was not believed, but accepted.

The evening passed on. The earlier cigarette problem forgotten, I was allowed into their tribe for an evening. I guess it's because I didn't say much... and that's probably why I was invited back into the girls' room for a meaningful conversation.

Men often wonder why women go to toilets in groups... and, if one happens to be listening, I'll tell him. It's because we have something to say. Something that seems best said in a women's toilet. It sounds ridiculous - it is ridiculous. It's also very true. And to tell you what ensued in this particular bathroom on this night, I think I have to tell you about Sarah.

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