Occupational hazard

IMG_5334My gosh, I can’t walk by anything anymore without some story swirling in my head. Like this: “He had been there. I could tell by the way the cigarette butt lay crushed, crippled in the blood-red ashtray. And he left me nothing but ashes, crushing, crippling me yet again.” Occupational hazard, I suppose.

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