Just two.

The lady sat on the stone bench. Her back was taped up with small bandages. She must’ve just gotten a tattoo. The skin around her neck was raw. The tattoo that was peeking from below the bandages looked very fresh, like it was done only recently. She takes out a box of cigarettes. She unwraps it nervously. She looks around. Her hand trembles a little as she lights the cigarette. Her shoulders relax as she blows out the first puff of cigarette. She carefully places the cellophane wrapper under the folder she has placed on the table. She looks briefly at the sticker on the stone table. She pauses. The sticker reads

‘Why smoke when you can live a full life? Quitline 1800- 2584627

‘How ironic,’ Sarah sighs, as she blows out the smoke. Man, I’m such a bad-ass. I’m such a bad- ass, I’m so cool. Shit, I hope I don’t see anybody I know.

Why am I doing this again? It took me so long to quit.

Just two more sticks. Just two.

She is careful not to leave the butts lying around. She puts them in the cellophane wrapper. She takes out her phone. And starts texting.

‘I just got the tattoo done. Now I’m acting cool outside Far East with my Ice Mint.’

Click, send.

‘Wow, you really like your Ice Mint eh? How’s the tattoo?’

‘Quite farking pain, but not as painful as yesterday. Now I need to go home and be a good mommy.’

The other two sticks done, she gets up to leave. Carefully throwing away all the litter she’d accumulated. She didn’t want to have to go through what Wei went through 8 years ago.

Just two.


Singapore, Singapore

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Private thoughts and public personas.

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