The X – Ray

Tendrils of smoke wafted and swirled upwards in a convolution of asymmetrical shapes

A rasping cough shook him to the bones eliciting from passersby repulsive gawks and gapes;

Rivulets of painful tears streamed down his eyes brushing his parched and cracked lips

With shivering fingers he put away his pack of cigarettes along with a book of matchsticks

 

The trinity of tiny dots on the X-Ray all but signed his death warrant sans pity

SCREW LONGEVITY!

(Word Count: 76)

Courtesy of Sammi Cox Weekend Writing Prompt#133