I am so blocked right now I've been staring at the blinking cursor for the last 20 minutes. Anyway, this is all I managed to squeeze out. It doesn't even have anything to do with the story I'm working on.
The man took a few more puffs from the cigarette, causing a cloud of smoke to gather around his head. I watched it float away and wrinkled my nose at the spreading smell of tobacco. He turned and ground the cigarette into my kitchen sink—the one I had cleaned only a few hours ago—and moved away.
“Hey now,” I said, “don’t leave that there. Aw man.”
