Half-smoked Cigarette

Author: Ukari

To say here is far, and to call yonder nearby. Stories on the edge of the every day, strange tales you may or may not be moved by. Strange, curious, fantastic stories told by me, you, him and her. There are many stories but they’re all concluded within a single page, each story around 200 to 1200 characters in length, a short story collection you can easily read. Please enjoy them. Updated every Saturday at 6pm.


When I got home, I found the remains of a half-smoked cigarette in an ashtray on the table. I live alone, and I most certainly don’t smoke. The ashtray was something I bought for him before we broke up.

The smell of smoke lingered in the air. It reminded me of him.

Suddenly, I was overcome with fear. Did he perhaps have an accident and was dying somewhere right that very moment? A bad feeling came over me, so I called him in a hurry.

He was absolutely fine.

“You wanna get back together?” he said, ridiculous as always, so I told him to bugger off and die, idiot, and then hung up.

After thinking on it a while, I sent him an email.


Original Japanese

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