James sat with his head in his hands. His eyes were red and sore. The soft glow of the computer screen cast a dim light into the otherwise dark room. Outside, rain was falling hard from the leaden night sky. The noise of the rain drops on the window provided a rhythmical backdrop to James’ suffering.
“Shit!” James exclaimed. “Shit, shit, shit.”
He reached for the packet of cigarettes at the side of his large mahogany desk and fumbled the last of the small white sticks out of the pack. In one shaky movement, he placed it in the corner of his mouth. He flipped open his lighter and with a quivering hand lit the cigarette. He inhaled deeply. The numbers on the screen did not lie. Everything was about to become more difficult. A lot more difficult.
Daily prompt – 15th Sept