Smoke on a beautiful day

Another lnch time walk today. It’s beautiful outside. My course took me around a neighboring hospital.

Five lost-looking folks emerge from a vehicle.

Me: “What are you looking for?”

Oldest one: “The cancer center.” Puff of smoke in my face.

Me: “Right this way.”

Her: more smoke.

Me: “What brings you to the cancer center?”

Her: “I have cancer.” More smoke.

Me: “It’s right there,” pointing.

Her: more smoke. And the other four with her doing the same.

I continue on my course. The air is no longer so fresh smelling. The sidewalks and benchs seem full of people smoking. It reminds me of how glad I am that smoking generally is not permitted indoors any longer.

Some of the smokers are obviously hospital workers. They know what smoking does. Yet, they smoke.

A patient wearing a hospital robe with pajama bottoms showing and slippers on her feet sits on a short wall and smokes.

Smoke seem to be everywhere. Sometimes a beautiful walk can bring sadness.

3 thoughts on “Smoke on a beautiful day

  1. Ferrell, I know you’ve been told a million times but you are a great writer, just a few sentences had me thinking I was reading a story. Have you thought about writing a book? I bet it would be a good one, whatever the subject would be.

    1. You are so kind, Maritza. I have thought writing a book and started a couple, but I never get very far. With support like you have given, maybe I’ll try again. Thanks much.

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