I went to see Dr. Proto and was told by a new receptionist that the doctor was away for a week’s holiday. I tried to go about my daily routine, taking photo’s for the magazine assignment I was in London for. It was hard to concentrate, knowing my nighttime activities could return at any time. That night, 3 Am, I had to go outside for a walk to calm down. The feelings of chills and headaches, dizziness revisited me. I saw her on the corner. A pretty young girl all dolled up for the evening. I come within reach of her, “Do you have a light?”, I asked, holding out a cigarette. “Those’ll kill you, you know, mister,” she said. That was the last thing the poor girl spoke. I gently placed her on the ground and walked away. 2008-06-22T22:57:36Z http://ficlets.com/feed/story/33931 <p>Talk about ironic from the girl&#8217;s point of view!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33931?basename=73118 2008-06-22T22:57:36Z g2 (la pianista irlandesa) http://ficlets.com/authors/spanishpiano701 <p>Gotta love her last words</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33931?basename=69907 2008-06-11T13:53:32Z thebetweenspace http://ficlets.com/authors/thebetweenspace <p>schweet!</p> http://ficlets.com/stories/33931?basename=69803 2008-06-11T01:20:13Z Apostrophe http://ficlets.com/authors/murphyrose27