Author: this is really depressing. However, it is off of my favorite fairy tale. Enjoy.
Little Cigarette Girl
A girl named Christar scurried between to racing cars, falling to the ground at the side of the road. "Bastards! Watch where your going." she looked at her feet which had lost both shoes in the scuffle. "Assholes! You owe me another pair of shoes!"
She went on her way threw the snow. She reached into her pockets making sure she hadn't lost her Ciggs. They were still safely held. She stumbled to the side of a building and sat down.
"Stupid cold. I should be at home…if I had a home to go to…" She drew out a cigarette and lit it with a lighter, almost empty. "Maybe this will warm me."
In the fire of the nicotine she saw threw the wall. There sat a family eating a T.V. dinner. Suddenly the plastic container of plastic tasting food jumped up and came walking towards her. Her cigarette went out. "Damn cheepo's." she muttered striking her lighter and taking a puff.
Again the wall became invisible. She saw the Television. With its magnificent lights and glittering pictures. It became larger and larger until…Cigarette ash fell to the ground as it burnt away. She was jerked out of her vision, realizing the lights were only stars.
She lit her last Cigarette. Her vision was of a motorcycle. She climbed on. "Take me somewhere warm." she muttered. She began to float. She could sense heat around her like the Bahamas. "Thank you." she whispered
In the dawn everyone could see the frozen body of dark haired girl, a burnt cigarette between her lips. If only they could have seen the enchanting visions, or the motorcycle that taken her to the New Year.