The Last Cigarette

Down he laid on the filthy floor of the gas station as the pounding on the doors grew louder. He was hoping for a miracle, though deep down in his core he knew this was it... there was no escape.

His life flashed through his hopeless eyes, what was his life and what had it become. A shiver ran down his spine and shook every fibre of his being back into reality as in distance he heard a chainsaw roar into life. The pounding had stopped now that the chainsaw had taken the charge. He was ready for the maniacs to burst through the doors and do only the unimaginable to him.

His hopeless gaze then caught some gas cylinders lying beside him. He shook one of them there was still some fuel in it. Salvation incarnated in his conscience. He knew he had to do it. He cracked open a seal of one of the cylinders, took out the cigarette box there was still one left. He smiled, tears running down his face and lit the cigarette... the last cigarette of his life. The door fell apart and so did the gas station.