Thursday, March 8, 2007

Cigarrette, Kamal Hasan, Baby (From RSC Series)

His breath had the smell of a forgotten ashtray and putrid monsoon. Lighting another cigarette, he continued to talk of becoming the next president of the Kamal Hassan fan club.
Only the promised thousand rupees at the end of the hour that kept the bile down.
“Come baby. Come. Come.” He said picking his teeth.

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